Starim - Đorđe Balašević

Jutro me zatiče samog, ko školjku u pesku…

Svu noć su senke na zidu skicirale fresku…

Tražio sam jedan stih, skoro da ga osetih

Al' mi je iz ruku nestao…

Protura se novi dan

Al taj trik je providan

Samo da bi prošli prestao

Jutro me zatiče u pravom haosu tema…

U mojim strofama lagani raspad sistema…

Al' u tajnim vezama, sa nekim davnim zvezdama

Ponovo se pesma primiče…

Zasad nema imena

Samo bluza svilena

Kako mi iz ruku, izmiče

Zaboravljam imena, samo lica ostaju

U prolazu, ljude otkrivam kroz šifre…

Dovraga, sve mi to govori da starim

Zaboravljam, dosadne cifre

Zaboravljam, imena malih bircuza uz put

I curice, što su uvek dobre bile

Neke bistrine se nepovratno mute

Ali nikada, dodir svile…

Jutro me zatiče opet u smišljanju bekstva…

Čim malo usporim, stignu me davna prokletstva…

To su samo momenti, lošim vetrom doneti

To su samo male večnosti…

To su samo godine

Kad se čovek otkine

Ko od one gorke tečnosti…

The morning catches me alone, like a shell in the sand…

All night the shadows on the wall sketched a fresco…

I was looking for a verse, I almost felt it

But it disappeared from my hands…

A new day is coming

But that trick is transparent

Just to pass stopped

The morning finds me in a real chaos of topics…

In my stanzas a slight disintegration of the system…

But in secret relationships, with some ancient stars

The song is approaching again…

No names yet

Just a silk blouse

As it gets out of my hands, it slips away

I forget the names, only the faces remain

In passing, I discover people through codes…

Hell, it all tells me I'm getting old

I forget, boring numbers

I forget the names of the little taverns along the way

And girls, which have always been good

Some clarities are irreversibly blurred

But never, a touch of silk…

The morning catches me thinking of escaping again…

As soon as I slow down a little, the ancient curses reach me…

These are just moments, brought by a bad wind

These are just small eternities…

It's just years

When a man breaks away

Which of those bitter liquids…