Stih na asfaltu - Đorđe Balašević
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Stih na asfaltu - Đorđe Balašević

Альбом
Devedesete
Год
1999
Язык
`Croatian`
Длительность
253110

Below is the lyrics of the song Stih na asfaltu , artist - Đorđe Balašević with translation

Lyrics " Stih na asfaltu "

Original text with translation

Stih na asfaltu

Đorđe Balašević

Оригинальный текст

Da mi je još jedared proći Ilicom

Pa da bećarac našvrljam ćirilicom

Teško da bi drugi mogli rešiti taj hijeroglif

Al' bi neko znao da sam tu

Cipelice jedne bele, zastale bi i prevele

Stih, na asfaltu

Jednom ću u baladu da se prerušim

U refren što se tamo još zapevuši

Pa da minem Starom Vlaškom

Da joj kosu sklonim daškom

I za uglom hitro zamaknem

Da pred nosom strašnog Bana

Kao senka Petra Pana

Kapu namaknem

Preko krova i mansarde

Ošamućen daljinama

Da ostavim struk lavande

Među njenim haljinama

Lagano se, bore nanose

Malo šta je još po starom

Al' okice, moje šokice

Mađijaju istim žarom

Ladica đinđuva po nebu prosuta

U jesen vetar primi miris Bosuta

Isprva mi nije ništa, al' već posle par gemišta

Dopre izdaleka lagan prim

Praćen tercom suvog lišća

S' jednog hrasta kraj Belišća

Stidljivo, sasvim

Što sam joj kog vraga

Dao belu ružu samoniklu

Što li sam je povezao

Onaj krug na mom biciklu

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That I still have to go through Ilica

So that I can write Cyrillic in Cyrillic

Hardly anyone else could solve that hieroglyph

But someone would know I was here

White shoes, they would stop and translate

Verse, on the asphalt

I'm going to dress up in a ballad one day

In the refrain that is still sung there

So let's go through Old Wallachia

To blow her hair away

And around the corner I move quickly

Yes, in front of the nose of the terrible Ban

Like the shadow of Peter Pan

I put on my hat

Over the roof and attic

Stunned by the distances

To leave a waist of lavender

Among her dresses

Lightly, wrinkles apply

There is little that is still the same

But ok, my shocks

They are magic with the same zeal

A drawer of ginger spilled across the sky

In autumn, the wind received the scent of Bosut

At first, it's nothing to me, but only after a couple of games

It reaches from afar a light prim

Followed by a third of dry leaves

From an oak tree near Belišće

Shy, quite

What the hell am I doing to her

Gave a white rose to the wild

What did I connect her to

That circle on my bike

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