Lyrics of Devedesete - Đorđe Balašević

Devedesete (original)

Mi smo bar imali stare gitare
Poneki bedž na reverima
Glupo bi zvučalo «Je-Je!»
Uz sve ove dileje s' revolverima
Al' zastavu šezdesetih
Vezle su gramofonske igle
I put od žute cigle
Prostro se pred nas
Mi smo bar imali razne Če Gevare
O-o, i veće prevare
To mladost spiri u dahu
Kao šećer u prahu sa bundevare
Protesti sedamdesetih
Više su bili odraz mode
Jer bokal pun slobode
Točen je za nas
Mi smo bar imali putovanja
Perone, suze, cmakanja
Crveni pasoš bez mane što prolazi grane
Bez puno njakanja
Dnevnici osamdesetih
Švrljani su na jarke razglednice
Svet je lice šminkao zbog nas
Mi smo bar imali one snove
Koji se teško ostvare
A snovi najčešće vrede, tek kad s' tobom osede
Kad s' tobom ostare
Nije baš sve na kantaru
Čitavo čudo kupi lova
Ali snova nema piratiranih
Onda su došle devedesete
Tužne i nesretne… Opake
Gospod je barut primirisao
Pa ladno zbrisao za oblake
E, kad već puknu ustave
Nema nam spasa dok se reke ne zaustave
No, i taj dan će svanuti
Onda su došle devedesete
Tužne i nesretne… Fobične
U udžbenike i u čitanke
Ušle su bitange… Obične
Kasno je da se paniči
Dali smo šansu da se ludilo ozvaniči
A sad smo prosto zgranuti?
Mi smo bar imali neke veze
S' planetom i sa ljudima
Znalo se ko togu nosi a ko cvetić u kosi
O, blago ludima
Danas se laž odvažila
A zadnja bagra kroji moral
Pa je OK koral dignut oko nas
Ma, jebite se, Devedesete
Vas mogu jedino, psovati
Za vama niko neće žaliti
Niti vam stihove, kovati
Jednu ste mladost sludele
Budite sretne ako vam i strofu udele
Pred crkvom pravih vrednosti
Ma, jebite se, Devedesete
I vaša priča je, gotova
I dabogda se nikad ne sete
Svih ovih protuva i skotova
Kad zakon metlom zamane
Ili ih pusti da se međusobno tamane
Što ima svojih prednosti…

(translation)

At least we had old guitars
Some badges on the lapels
"Yeah!" Would sound stupid.
With all these revolver deals
But the flag of the sixties
They embroidered gramophone needles
And the yellow brick road
It stretches out in front of us
At least we had various Che Guevara
Oh, and bigger scams
That youth takes your breath away
Like powdered sugar from a pumpkin
Protests of the seventies
They were more a reflection of fashion
Because a jug full of freedom
He is right for us
At least we had trips
Platforms, tears, squeaks
A red passport with no flaws passing branches
Without much nagging
Diaries of the eighties
They are scattered on bright postcards
The world put make-up on us because of us
At least we had those dreams
Which are difficult to achieve
And dreams are usually worth it, only when they sit down with you
When they grow old with you
It's not all on the scales
The whole miracle buys money
But there are no pirates of dreams
Then came the nineties
Sad and unhappy… Wicked
The Lord smelled gunpowder
So he ran away coldly for the clouds
Well, when the constitutions break
There is no salvation for us until the rivers stop
But that day will dawn too
Then came the nineties
Sad and unhappy… Phobic
In textbooks and textbooks
The thugs have entered… Ordinary
It's too late to panic
We gave a chance to make the madness official
And now we're just shocked?
At least we had some connections
With the planet and with people
It was known who wore the toga and who wore the flower in his hair
Oh, mildly crazy
Today the lie dared
And the last dredge shapes morale
So OK coral was raised around us
Fuck you, Nineties
I can only curse you
No one will feel sorry for you
Nor do you verses, forge
You have lost your youth
Be happy if they give you a stanza
In front of the church of true values
Fuck you, Nineties
And your story is over
And I hope you never remember
All these protists and bastards
When the law sweeps the broom
Or let them tame each other
What has its advantages…