Poslednja nevesta - Đorđe Balašević

Vesnik svadbe po sokaku svuda je

Brinu snajke šta će koja mesiti

Neko mi se, kanda, skoro udaje?

Pa, čuj, moralo se i to jednom desiti

Tu livadu ja sam prvi kosio

Pričam više nego što bih smeo

‘Ajde

Odavno bih je zaprosio

Da sam samo hteo

Vetrić glanca krune granja

Tamiš nosi par lokvanja

Račun svedi

Šta sad vredi mladost tričava?

Nevažno je to sve skupa

Sećanje je smešna lupa

Koja sitne stvari

Uveličava

Oprezno s tom violinom

Ona čezne za tišinom

K’o da škakljas anđelčiće

Vrhom gudala

A Nju nemoj pominjati

Neće svet zbog toga stati

Ma, neće biti prva

Što se udala

Ništa lakše nego sebe slagati

Ništa lakše neg' se nasmrt opiti

I ništa teže nego zalud tragati

Od sto drugih nju sam prob’o sklopiti

Srce cupka

Al` misao okleva

Čeka da se stvari same dese

A tuga lepše zvuči

Kad se otpeva

Pesma sve podnese

Bog je, katkad, pravi šeret

Na strmini doda teret

I potura Nedohvatno

Da se dohvati

Bog je dobar, kako kome

Bolje ne pitaj o tome

Ućutaću ili ću opsovati

Polagano, Šanji Bači

Ti si znao sta mi znači

K’o da heklaš paučinu

Vrhom gudala

Kad pred crkvom baci buket

Neka padne kao uklet

Neka bude zadnja

Što se udala

Samo bol je u životu siguran

Sreću nosi neki poštar jako spor

Neka…

Samo ovu noć da izguram

Sutra ću već naći dobar izgovor…

The wedding newspaper in the alley is everywhere

The daughters-in-law are worried about what to knead

Someone, kanda, is almost getting married to me?

Well, listen, it had to happen once

I was the first to mow that meadow

I talk more than I should

‘Come on

I would have proposed to her a long time ago

If only I wanted to

The breeze of the glossy crown of the branches

Tamis carries a pair of water lilies

The bill is down

What is the value of youth now?

It doesn't matter if it's all together

Memory is a funny magnifying glass

What little things

Increases

Be careful with that violin

She longs for silence

It's like tickling little angels

The tip of the bow

And don't mention her

The world will not stop because of that

Well, she won't be the first

What she married

Nothing is easier than lying to yourself

Nothing is easier than trying to die

And nothing harder than searching in vain

Out of a hundred others, I tried to put it together

My heart is pounding

But the thought hesitates

Waiting for things to happen on their own

And sadness sounds better

When sung

The song endured everything

God is, sometimes, a true sheret

He adds a load on the slope

And pour Unreachable

To be reached

God is good, as to whom

You better not ask about it

I will shut up or swear

Take it easy, Shanji Baci

You knew what it meant to me

It's like crocheting a cobweb

The tip of the bow

When he threw a bouquet in front of the church

Let it fall like a curse

Let it be the last

What she married

Only pain in life is safe

Luck is brought by a postman who is very slow

Let…

Just this night to push

Tomorrow I will find a good excuse…