Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Divlji badem, artist - Đorđe Balašević. Album song Marim ja..., in the genre Иностранная авторская песня
Date of issue: 31.12.1990
Record label: Djordje Balasevic
Song language: Bosnian
Divlji badem(original) |
Vrteli se točkovi |
Mog bicikla |
Gde god je stao taj rulet |
Beše premija |
Smakla se o stepenik |
Njena štikla |
Nekad su pogledi bili |
Čista hemija |
Dobro je počela nedelja |
Poslednje pripreme za maturu |
Virili smo u daljine |
Puni nade… |
Preko gimnazijskog bedema |
K`o pravi dekor za avanturu |
Prosuo je nežni purpur |
Divlji badem |
Poneli nas vetrovi |
K`o maslačke |
Jedni su leteli lako |
Drugi padali |
I curice su postale |
Prve mačke |
A loši đaci odjednom |
Svetom vladali |
Sve mi je odlično zvučalo |
Dobro sam stajao |
Tih sezona |
Ljuljale me oči širom |
Promenade |
A nju sam sretao slučajno |
Uvek je s` pogrešnim |
Bila ona |
Ali znao sam da sanja |
Onaj badem |
Stane sve u strofu, dve |
U baladi |
Pustinja prošlih minuta |
I ova zrna sad` |
I pred treći refren već |
Nismo mladi |
Ušla je nedavno sama |
U kafe «Petrograd» |
Suviše tajni u očima |
U zlati okov joj prstić pao |
Molio me dugi pogled |
Da je kradem |
Dovraga |
Kafa je gorčila |
Al' taj sam ukus odnekud znao |
Probao sam jednom davno |
Divlji badem… |
(translation) |
The wheels were spinning |
My bike |
Wherever that roulette stopped |
It was a premium |
She slipped on the steps |
Her heels |
There used to be views |
Pure chemistry |
The week started well |
Final preparations for graduation |
We peered into the distance |
Full of hope… |
Across the high school rampart |
Like a real decor for adventure |
He spilled a gentle purple |
Wild almond |
The winds took us |
Like dandelions |
Some flew easily |
Others fell |
And the girls became |
The first cats |
And bad students at once |
They ruled the world |
Everything sounded great to me |
I stood well |
Those seasons |
My eyes rocked wide |
Promenade |
And I met her by chance |
It's always wrong |
It was her |
But I knew he was dreaming |
That almond |
It fits all in the stanza, two |
In the ballad |
The desert of the past minutes |
And these grains now |
And before the third chorus already |
We are not young |
She entered recently alone |
In the cafe "Petrograd" |
Too many secrets in the eyes |
Her finger fell into the gold shackles |
He begged me for a long look |
To steal it |
Hell |
The coffee was bitter |
But I knew that taste from somewhere |
I tried it a long time ago |
Wild almond… |