Ringišpil - Đorđe Balašević

Curi od jutros od četiri-pet,

Rešilo nebo da potopi svet.

Nad gradom danima vise iste kulise.

Poliva kiša al' to joj je zanat,

Ma sve mi je ravno k’o severni Banat,

Manje više, i sa kišom i bez kiše.

Vreme se vuče k’o teretni voz,

Gde li večeras da pomolim nos?

Klasika: «Konobar, un cafe' macchiatto».

Pa da.

Prolazi vreme, al' to mu je manir,

I sve je to plitko k’o plekani tanjir.

Izeš sliku, nigde jedra na vidiku.

O, daj okreni taj ringišpil u mojoj glavi.

To ne zna niko, samo ti.

Bez tebe drveni konjići tužno stoje.

Dođi, iz plave boce se pojavi,

Bar jednu želju ispuni

I dodaj svetu malo boje, čudo moje.

Veče se klati k’o prezreli klip,

Teška vremena, a ja težak tip

— gravitacija začas uzima svoje.

Slab sam ja igrač za subotnje gužve,

Al' shvatam pomalo te pokretne spužve:

Neko pijan lakše život odrobija.

O, daj okreni taj ringišpil u mojoj glavi.

To ne zna niko, samo ti.

Bez tebe drveni konjići tužno stoje.

Dođi, iz plave boce se pojavi,

Bar jednu želju ispuni

I dodaj svetu malo boje, o, čudo moje.

Sustajem, odustajem, pritiska me kao pegla.

Javi se, pojavi se, dodaj svetu malo legla.

Nekad si me čudila, o, danas bi mi tako legla.

Dodaj malo ludila, dodaj svetu malo vergla.

O, daj okreni…

Sustajem, odustajem…

Taj ringišpil u mojoj glavi…

Leaks from this morning from four to five,

He saved the sky from sinking the world.

The same scenery hangs over the city for days.

It's raining but that's her craft,

It's as flat as northern Banat,

More or less, both with rain and without rain.

Time drags on like a freight train,

Where should I pray my nose tonight?

Classic: "Waiter, a coffee shop".

Well yes.

Time passes, but that's his manner,

And it's all as shallow as a woven plate.

You take a picture, no sails in sight.

Oh, turn that carousel in my head.

Nobody knows that, only you.

Without you, wooden horses stand sadly.

Come, appear from the blue bottle,

Fulfill at least one wish

And add a little color to the world, my miracle.

The evening sways like a despised piston,

Hard times, and I'm a hard guy

- gravity takes its toll.

I'm a weak player for Saturday's crowds,

But I understand a bit of that moving sponge:

Someone drunk makes life easier.

Oh, turn that carousel in my head.

Nobody knows that, only you.

Without you, wooden horses stand sadly.

Come, appear from the blue bottle,

Fulfill at least one wish

And add a little color to the world, oh, my miracle.

I stop, I give up, he presses me like an iron.

Pick up, show up, add some litter to the world.

You used to amaze me, oh, today you would lie to me like that.

Add a little madness, add a little verge to the world.

Oh, turn around…

I stop, I give up…

That carousel in my head…