Miholjsko leto - Đorđe Balašević

Do pola jedan je bila na času klavira

Onda korakom merila grad

I usput gledala izloge

Pardon, svoj odraz u njima

U kosi još, poput venca

Ona molska kadenca

Mala vračka

Da, upravo tad`

Iz kafe «Kibic»

Polagano nadođe on

Kao plima

Tajne su tu

Zato da ih neko nasluti

Postoji reč koja vredi

Tek kad` se oćuti

Bogu je kanuo čaj

Svud` je prsnuo sjaj

Jedan platan će ostati zlatan

Ona kroz smeh

Čvrsto svoju kajdanku stišće

Ne drhti on

To je samo to uvelo lišće

Blaženo Miholjsko leto

Jedno i sveto za njih

A on je nosio naglas

Svojih skoro 18

Sve češće mu govore «Vi»

Begeš u grudima udara

Bije u bronzane žice

U džepu sretni staklenac

K`o ono novčić i zdenac

Mala vračka da nestanu svi

A ona bane k`o lupež

I prospe mu kosu u lice

Tajne su tu

Zato da ih neko nasluti

Postoji reč koja vredi

Tek kad` se oćuti

Bogu je kanuo čaj

Svud` je prsnuo sjaj

Jedan platan će ostati zlatan

Ona kroz smeh

Čvrsto svoju kajdanku stišće

Ne drhti on

To je samo to uvelo lišće

Blaženo Miholjsko leto

Jedno i sveto za njih

Kao osrednji klošar…

Malo prosed i prostar

Na uglu sam zastao sam

Ne tako dobar oktobar

I misli sve u Ruskom štimu

A onda shvatih, na prepad

Da te volim k`o nekad

Vreme samo raspiruje plam

U meni Miholjsko leto

To prkosno Sunce pred zimu…

Ma, daj!

By half past one she was in piano class

Then he measured the city with a step

And she looked at the shop windows along the way

Sorry, your reflection in them

In the hair still, like a wreath

That minor cadence

Little witch

Yes, just then

From the cafe "Kibic"

He came slowly

Like the tide

The secrets are there

So that someone can guess them

There is a word that is worth it

Only when he feels

He gave tea to God

The glow burst everywhere

One plane tree will remain golden

She laughs

He grips his handcuffs tightly

He doesn't tremble

It just introduced the leaves

Blessed St. Michael's Year

One and holy for them

And he wore it out loud

Its almost 18

More and more often they say "you"

You run in the chest of the blow

Beats into bronze wires

A happy glass jar in his pocket

Like a coin and a well

Little witch to make everyone disappear

And she bans like a thief

And she spilled her hair in his face

The secrets are there

So that someone can guess them

There is a word that is worth it

Only when he feels

He gave tea to God

The glow burst everywhere

One plane tree will remain golden

She laughs

He grips his handcuffs tightly

He doesn't tremble

It just introduced the leaves

Blessed St. Michael's Year

One and holy for them

As a mediocre bum…

A little gray and spacious

I stopped alone on the corner

Not so good October

And he thinks everything in the Russian style

And then I realized, on the run

To love you as I used to

Time only ignites the flame

Miholjsko leto in me

That defiant sun before winter…

Come on!