Još Jedna Pesma O Maloj Garavoj - Đorđe Balašević

Čitav život jurile me plave

Sve neke iste kao kopije

E, moje plave, došle ste mi glave

Dosadne krvopije

Čitav život jurile me buce

I stizale me uvek beštije

Rumene buce, im’o sam vas tuce

Sad bi' nešto rešije

'Oću jednu malu garavu

Crnu kao braća Arapi

Da joj krene šav na čarapi

Kad je poljubim!

'Oću jednu malu garavu

Da je gricnem, kao jabuku

Da miriše, na mom jastuku

Kad se probudim

Čitav život jurile me blonde

Al' od sad ću bolje paziti

E, moje blonde, sve ste anakonde

Dražesni paraziti

Čitav život jurile me svetle

I skratile mi isti primetno

Ne, neću svetle, svetle jašu metle

'oću jednu s' pigmentom

Čitav život jurile me takve

Sve neke iste, k’o iz fabrike

E, moje takve, da me niste takle

Krvoločne barbike

'Oću jednu malu garavu

Crnu, kao mrak na tavanu

Da me greje, kada zaveje

Da se ne budim

All my life I've been chased by blues

All some the same as copies

Eh, my blue, you came to my head

Annoying bloodsuckers

I've been chased by pumpkins all my life

And the beasts always came to me

Yellow pumpkins, I had a dozen of you

I would like to solve something now

'I want a little soot

Black as the Arab brothers

To sew a seam on her sock

When I kiss her!

'I want a little soot

To bite her, like an apple

To smell, on my pillow

When I wake up

All my life I've been chased by blondes

But from now on I'll be more careful

Well, my blonde, you're all anacondas

Lovely parasites

All my life I was chased by lights

And they cut me short noticeably

No, I don't want bright, bright riding brooms

'I want one with' pigment

I've been chased like that all my life

All the same, like from the factory

Well, my like, don't touch me like that

Bloodthirsty barbies

'I want a little soot

Black, like darkness in the attic

To keep me warm when it snows

Not to wake up