Nemam Ništa S Tim - Đorđe Balašević

Ona je volela blues

Njen kralj zvao se Peter Green

A ja, sasvim slučajno tu…

Za taj film neko levi, sasvim…

Uvek je gledala sat

I čim sklope kazaljke krug

K’o mala bi šaputala, tad

Da negde neko misli na nju

U njenoj sobi, mala riznica greha

Kao duga, preko besmisla most…

Puno knjiga nekog prebeglog čeha

I sportska štampa, ako naiđe gost…

Uglavnom prođe sve

Ali ostane blues

Boje se razliju

Kad ga čujem na radiju…

Ubija metronom…

Šta taj sat radi tu?

Jedan i nula-pet…

Neko misli na nju

Negde u meni je kvar

I mrak što me gricka k’o miš…

I sav sam kao ona staklena stvar

U kojoj veje kada je pomeriš

U ovoj sobi ravnoteža je prosta:

Sto i krevet i prekidač za luč…

Ispod cene mole cenjenog gosta

Da pre puta ne zaboravi ključ

Uglavnom…

Ona je volela bluz, o-je

Lucidni Peter Green…

A ja, ja sam voleo nju…

A blues… šta blues???

Nemam ništa sa tim…

She loved the blues

Her king's name was Peter Green

And I, quite by accident here…

For that film, someone left, quite…

She always looked at her watch

And as soon as they put the hands together

She would whisper like a baby, then

Someone thinks of her somewhere

In her room, a small treasury of sin

Like a rainbow, over nonsense bridge…

Lots of books by a Czech fugitive

And the sports press, if a guest comes…

Mostly everything passes

But the blues remains

The colors spill over

When I hear it on the radio…

Kills the metronome…

What is that watch doing there?

One and zero-five…

Someone is thinking about her

There is a malfunction somewhere in me

And the darkness that bites me like a mouse…

And I'm all like that glass thing

In which branch when you move it

The balance in this room is simple:

Table and bed and light switch…

Below the price of praying the esteemed guest

Don't forget the key before the trip

Mostly…

She loved the blues, oh

Lucidni Peter Green…

And I, I loved her…

A blues… what blues ???

I have nothing to do with it…