Naposletku... - Đorđe Balašević

Naposletku

Ti si dobro znala

Ko sam ja

Otkud sad` te suze

Moja mila?

Rekla si da se za točak

Bršljan ne hvata

Zalud izgužvana svila

To je tako…

Ne pravi od tuge nauku

Mani svetlo na sledećem bregu

Okopniće moj otisak

Na tvom jastuku

(još kako)

Kao jezuška u snegu

Razbiću gitaru

Crn je mrak ispunjava

Odavno se svoje pesme bojim

Pomera u meni neke gene Dunava

Pa ja tečem i kad` stojim

Ali opet

Da l' bi ikad bila

Moja Ti

Da sam vojnik u armiji ljudi?

Rekla si da baš ne umem

Novce brojati

I da je ništa sve što nudim

Naposletku

Ti si navek znala

Da sam svirac

Brošić što se teško pribada

Da me može oduvati

Najblaži Nemirac

Da ću u po` reči stati

Da se neću osvrtati

Nikada

Ređaš po vitrini

Fini porculanski svet

Al' ja sam figurica

Bez žiga

Pazi…

To je Bajka što ti pada na pamet

Fali ti baš ovaj cigan

Ne, dušo

Tek u jesen otkriju se

Boje krošanja

Sve su slične u leto zeleno

Naposletku

Ti si dobro

Znala ko sam ja

Čemu suze, lepa ženo?

Draga moja

Ti si navek znala

Da sam pajac

Moj je šešir šatra pomična

Usne, `tice-rugalice

A u oku tajac

Da sam kaput sa dva lica

Da sam Gospo’n propalica

Obična

Naposletku

Ti si navek znala

Da sam svirac

Da je Nebo moja livada

Da me može oduvati

Najblaži Nemirac

Da ću u po` reči stati

Da se neću osvrtati

Nikada

Da ću u po` reči stati

Da se neću osvrtati…

Finally

You knew well

Who am I

Where do you get those tears from?

My dear?

You said take the wheel

Ivy does not catch

Wrinkled silk in vain

It is so…

Don't make science out of sadness

There is a light on the next hill

He'll dig up my fingerprint

On your pillow

(how else)

Like a jesus in the snow

I'll break the guitar

Black fills the darkness

I have been afraid of my songs for a long time

It moves some genes of the Danube in me

Well, I run even when I'm standing

But again

Would she ever be

My You

That I am a soldier in the army of men?

You said I couldn't

Count money

And that nothing is all I offer

Finally

You always knew

That I am a musician

A brooch that is hard to nail

That he can blow me away

The mildest Nemirac

That I will stop in a word

That I will not look back

Never

You sort through the display case

Fine porcelain world

But I'm a figurine

No stamp

Watch out…

It's a fairy tale that comes to mind

You miss this gypsy

No, honey

It is only in the fall that they are revealed

Crown colors

They are all similar in summer green

Finally

You are OK

She knew who I was

Why the tears, beautiful woman?

My dear

You always knew

That I'm a clown

My tent hat is movable

Lips, sneers

And silence in the eye

That I am a two-faced coat

That I'm a loser

Ordinary

Finally

You always knew

That I am a musician

That Heaven is my meadow

That he can blow me away

The mildest Nemirac

That I will stop in a word

That I will not look back

Never

That I will stop in a word

That I will not look back…