Naopaka bajka - Đorđe Balašević

U suterenu tunel ka nebesima,

Na tankoj gazi jutro mračan goblen tka,

Sumorna lica, nasamo sa gresima,

U hodniku bez povratka,

U crni grm se moja ptica zaplela,

Zaneta titraina zvezda Danica.

I kasni dah dok hladi čelik,

Skalpela klizi niz nit brojanice.

Postoji plan da je anđeli ukradu,

Il' bar na čas da je vrate među njih,

Jer nekad nebo pravi veliku baladu

I traži rimu za glavni stih.

Na grad juriša nežna bela legija,

Januar prostire svoj prefinjeni sag,

U tajnom dosluhu smo prvi sneg i ja,

Da zima pričeka njen trag,

Ne vrede priče koje znam,

Laže za oči pospane,

Izmišljam bajku čudnu naopaku

Uspavanku,

Da od nje budna ostane.

Postoji put koji namernike bira,

Tajnovit drum uvek najboljima sklon,

Jer nekad nebo samo crne dirke svira

I traži notu za taj ton.

Negde sam dečak jedan zbunjeno

Na mostu stoji,

Jer tek sluti da postojiš,

Negde u tebi čeka okovana neka pesma

Koju niko živ još ne zna,

U tebi lanac zvecka tajnim alkama,

Bićeš ti majka majkama.

Postoji plan da te anđeli ukradu,

Il' bar na čas da te vrate među njih,

Jer nekad nebo pravi veliku baladu

I traži rimu za glavni stih.

Postoji put koji namernike bira,

Tajnovit drum uvek najboljima sklon,

Jer nekad nebo samo crne dirke svira

I traži notu za taj ton.

In the basement a tunnel to heaven,

On a thin gauze morning a dark tapestry weaves,

Gloomy faces, alone with sins,

In the hallway with no return,

My bird is entangled in a black bush,

Zaneta titraina star Danica.

And a late breath as it cools the steel,

The scalpel slides down the thread of the rosary.

There's a plan for the angels to steal it,

Or at least for a moment to bring her back among them,

Because sometimes the sky makes a great ballad

And look for a rhyme for the main verse.

A gentle white legion storms the city,

January spreads its sophisticated rug,

The first snow and I are in secret collusion,

That winter awaits her trail,

Not worth the stories I know,

Lies for sleepy eyes,

I'm making up a weird fairy tale upside down

Lullaby,

To stay awake from her.

There is a path that chooses bystanders,

Mysterious road always prone to the best,

Because sometimes the sky only plays black races

And look for a note for that tone.

Somewhere I'm a confused boy

It stands on the bridge,

Because he just suspects you exist,

Somewhere in you, a chained song is waiting for you

Which no one alive knows yet,

In you the chain rattles with secret rings,

You will be a mother to mothers.

There's a plan for the angels to steal from you,

Or at least for a moment to bring you back among them,

Because sometimes the sky makes a great ballad

And look for a rhyme for the main verse.

There is a path that chooses bystanders,

Mysterious road always prone to the best,

Because sometimes the sky only plays black races

And look for a note for that tone.