The last march - Đorđe Balašević

Postoji jedno stručno mišljenje po kom sam uvek dosadan i isti

Pa sam probao već svasta: bluz i tango, rege, kantri, rok i diksi

U traganju za novim šlagerom

Sad kopam prstima po tamburi k’o bagerom

Ali panika, brate, tonem poput Titanika

Jer ostade mi marš, jedino još marš

Za ovo ovde, za happy raju što slavi bedu u punom sjaju

Ostade mi marš, ništa osim marš

Pesmica jes' malo čudna, al' vremena oskudna — daj šta daš

Javlja se određeni utisak da imam neke momente u stihu

Ali da moje žalostivne rime negativno utiču na psihu

Dobar sam, kažu, u baladama

Njima bih dirnuo i onog pravog Sadama

Ali u ritmu sam, hm, još nedovoljno iskusan.

Jel'?!

Pa da probam marš?

Jednostavno marš

Za ovo ovde, za sretno stado koje u mraku mekeće rado

Ostade mi marš, jedino još marš

Pesmica jes' malo jadna, al' vremena prikladna — daj šta daš

Kazu da pesma nas je održala.

I ja lično zastupam tu tezu

Al' sad na primer imam tremu, imam jezu kao slepac na trapezu

Ovo je rasklimana država

To više bre ni Pavaroti ne održava

Kamoli jadan ja.

Idi, to su naivna nadanja

Al' možda legne marš, možda treba marš

Za ovo ovde veselo krdo što je na svome tek kad mu je tvrdo

Ostade mi marš, jedino jos marš

Jes' da je pesmica bedna, al' vremena vanredna — daj sta daš

Pa da probam još marš, kratko — jasno marš

Za ovo ovde, lenjo do srži čiji je moto «trpi i rži»

Ostade mi marš, ništa, samo marš

Uglavnom, što bi se reklo, al' vreme je isteklo — daj šta daš

Marš ti, oca ti jebem bezobraznog

There is one expert opinion according to which I am always boring and the same

So I've already tried everything: blues and tango, reggae, country, rock and diksi

In search of a new hit

Now I'm digging my fingers on the tambourine like an excavator

But panic, brother, I'm sinking like the Titanic

Because I have a march left, the only march left

For this here, for a happy paradise that celebrates misery in full splendor

I was left with a march, nothing but a march

The song is a bit strange, but time is scarce - give what you give

There is a certain impression that I have some moments in the verse

But that my sad rhymes negatively affect the psyche

I am good, they say, in ballads

I would touch the real Saddam with them

But in rhythm, I’m, um, still not experienced enough.

Is it ?!

So should I try the march?

Simply march

For this here, for a happy flock that will gladly soften in the dark

I have a march left, only one more march

The song is a little pathetic, but the time is right - give what you give

They say that the song sustained us.

And I personally advocate that thesis

But now, for example, I am nervous, I have a shiver like a blind man at a table

This is a shaky state

Pavarotti doesn't maintain that anymore

Not to mention poor me.

Go, those are naive hopes

But maybe there will be a march, maybe there will be a march

For this, a happy herd is here, which is on its own only when it is hard

I have a march left, only another march

Yes, the song is miserable, but the times are extraordinary - give what you give

So let me try another march, short - clear march

For this here, lazy to the core whose motto is "suffer and growl"

I have a march left, nothing, just a march

Basically, what could be said, but time has expired - give what you give

March, you fucking rude father