Marina - Đorđe Balašević

Marina, tek uz pomoć starih slika

Još mogu da se setim tvoga lika

I bude se tad neki nemiri zli

I drugovima pričam da si moja bila ti

Sav pijan od te laži ko od dobrog rumenog vina

Marina, ti si bila moja plima

Marina, svetlo, tama, leto, zima

I verujem još, u tome je spas

I često tako smišljam neki život za nas

A tada, javi mi se stvarnost setno, ko violina

Marina, ja još iste pesme pevam

Marina, ja još iste snove snevam

Iz ničega smeh još stvoriti znam

Na kraju svake pesme ipak ostajem sam

I uvek čujem kako šumi more iz daljina

Marina, dal' ćemo se ikad sresti

Ja ne znam kuda će nas to odvesti

I dobro je to što ne znamo kraj

Sad zbogom, neću reći da te volim, al' znaj

Marina, ti si bila moja pesma i moja plima

Marina… Marina… Marina… Marina

Marina, only with the help of old paintings

I can still remember your character

And then some riots will be evil

And I tell my friends that you were mine

All drunk from that lie as from good red wine

Marina, you were my tide

Marina, light, darkness, summer, winter

And I still believe that is salvation

And I often think of a life like that for us

And then, the reality came to me sadly, like a violin

Marina, I still sing the same songs

Marina, I still have the same dreams

I can still create laughter out of nothing

At the end of each song, however, I am left alone

And I always hear the sea rustling in the distance

Marina, will we ever meet

I don't know where that will take us

And the good thing is that we don't know the end

Now goodbye, I won't say I love you, but know it

Marina, you were my song and my tide

Marina… Marina… Marina… Marina