Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dođoška, artist - Đorđe Balašević. Album song Naposletku..., in the genre Иностранная авторская песня
Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Record label: Djordje Balasevic
Song language: Bosnian
Dođoška(original) |
Njenog brata znao sam |
Tako iz čuvenja |
Nisam puno mario |
Za te dođoše |
Vukla se k`o kornjača |
Jedna jesen lenja |
Spori dani davno prođoše |
Pretio je da će on |
Na put da mi stane |
I da mu se sestre okanem |
A Mi smo samo šetali |
I pomalo kisli |
Dobro sam se nagled`o |
Njenih koraka |
Druge su mi devojke |
Pobegle iz misli |
Prhnule… |
K`o jato čvoraka |
Tih je dana zvonilo |
U čast Malog Princa |
I odvažnog Bilbo Baginsa |
Na svim mojim crkvama |
Satovi su stali |
Kazaljke se, srećom |
Baš tada sklopiše |
Sto hiljada reči znam |
Al' jedna mi fali |
Da nju kako treba opišem |
I sram ga bilo, Gospodo |
Ko pomisli loše |
Al' ni nalik na druge dođoše |
Otad baš ne uzimam |
Svaku što se pruža |
Srce se odupire |
Pa se privikne |
Al' zumbuli su zumbuli |
A Ruža je Ruža |
Pa da na kraj Sveta iznikne |
Ma. |
da se redom postroje |
Odavde do ćoška |
Nijedna k`o moja Dođoška |
Ta, idi… |
Nijedna k`o moja Dođoška… |
(translation) |
I knew her brother |
So out of hearing |
I didn't care much |
They came for you |
She crawled like a turtle |
One fall lazy |
The slow days are long gone |
He threatened to |
On the way to stop me |
And to give up his sisters |
And We were just walking |
And a little sour |
I looked good |
Her footsteps |
My other girls |
Escaped from thought |
Prhnule… |
Like a flock of starlings |
It rang in those days |
In honor of the Little Prince |
And the brave Bilbo Baggins |
In all my churches |
The clocks stopped |
Hands up, thankfully |
That's when he made up his mind |
I know a hundred thousand words |
But I miss one |
To describe her properly |
And shame on him, gentlemen |
Who thinks badly |
But they didn't look like others |
I haven't really taken it since |
Anything that is provided |
The heart resists |
So he got used to it |
But hyacinths are hyacinths |
And the Rose is the Rose |
So that at the end of the world it emerges |
Ma. |
to line up in order |
From here to the corner |
None like my Dodjoška |
Ta, go… |
None like my Dodjoška… |