Kao talas... - Đorđe Balašević

Negde se pipnu naši mali svemiri

Kada već pomislim da spavaš

Zašumi saten… Tama se uznemiri

I kao talas naiđeš

U školjki tvoga pupka leto zimuje

Tu čuvaš mrve sunca za nas

Sa tvojim dodirom se čežnja rimuje

Dok kao talas nadireš

I ništa više nije važno

Lice sveta zlobno i lažno se raspline za čas

I niko više nije bitan

Svi su pesak prezren i sitan, pesak ispod nas

Srebra decembra kuju prsten za tvoj prst

Niz tvoje sapi zvezda pala

Zalud te privijam uz sebe, ko uz krst

Kao talas izmičeš

Ostavljaš slane kapi bistre

I jato dobrih mirisa Istre po sobi razvijaš

Ostavljaš varljiv zalog pene

U srcu ove napukle stene koju razbijaš…

Our little universes are touched somewhere

When I think you're sleeping

Satin rustles… Darkness is upset

And you come across like a wave

Summer spends the winter in the shell of your navel

That's where you keep the crumbs of the sun for us

With your touch, the longing rhymes

As you rise like a wave

And nothing else matters

The face of the world, evil and false, vanished in an instant

And no one matters anymore

All the sand is despised and fine, the sand below us

Silver December is forging a ring for your finger

A star fell through your breath

I cling to you in vain, like a cross

You escape like a wave

You leave salty drops clear

And you develop a flock of good smells of Istria around the room

You're leaving a deceptive supply of foam

In the heart of this cracked rock that you break…