Lyrics of Jaroslava - Đorđe Balašević

Jaroslava (original)

Umesto molitve rekla si «O tom ću misliti sutra…»
Sa šminkom od gara, ko Skarlet O’Hara… Tvoj preslikan lik
I dugo plutala ko brodolomnik ka obali jutra
Nekad tišina zna prepasti džina, kad ispusti krik
Još jednu noć si izgurala sama… Čehov je zaspao blaženim snom
Ni ne zna da je igrala tama… Pod prozorom
Vetar je vežbao violončelo.
Čežnjive skale u nedogled
Zora ti brižljivo pipnula čelo… Negde u tebi je goreo led
Princezo, javi se… Još imam džep u kom se hladni prsti zgreju
Pošalji poruku… Da vidim jednom to pisamce na displeju
Sve mi nedostaje… Čuvam u damastu još kalup tvoga vrata
Princezo, dosta je… Dve i po godine smo taoci inata… šta ti je?
Plima banalnosti tvoj svet zapljuskuje k’o Atlantidu
Dok šmrka bioskop, fali ti neko da napravi geg
Da ti za rođendan ispiše sonet na komšijskom zidu
I s bandom cigana pod tvojim prozorom utaba sneg?
Na podmetaču još crtam tvoj profil
Suvišna pitanja izbegnuta fintom
Ime ti ispišem u svakoj strofi… Nevidljivom tintom
Pod mojom jelkom do proleća stoji…
Jedino dar tebi namenjen
Zauvek fosil tvog struka postoji…
Na mome dlanu okamenjen
Princezo, javi se… neke se pobede dobijaju na juriš
Ne tvrdoglavi se.
Priznajem javno da se genijalno duriš
Opasno postaje… Na durske akorde se paučina hvata
Princezo, dosta je… Dve i po godine smo taoci inata…
Princezo, dosta je…

(translation)

Instead of praying, you said, "I'll think about it tomorrow."
With makeup from the station, like Scarlett O’Hara… Your painted face
And for a long time she floated like a shipwrecked man towards the shore of the morning
Sometimes silence can terrify a giant, when he let out a scream
You pushed another night away alone… Chekhov fell asleep in a blissful sleep
He doesn't even know that darkness played… Under the window
The wind practiced the cello.
Longing rocks indefinitely
Dawn carefully touched your forehead… Somewhere inside you, ice was burning
Princess, answer… I still have a pocket where cold fingers warm up
Send a message… Let me see that letter on the display once
I miss everything… I still keep the mold of your neck in damask
Princess, that's enough… We've been hostages of spite for two and a half years… what's the matter with you?
The tide of banality is sweeping your world like Atlantis
While sniffing the cinema, you need someone to make a gag
To write a sonnet on your neighbor's wall for your birthday
And with a gang of gypsies under your window, it's snowing?
I'm still drawing your profile on the pad
Redundant questions avoided by feint
I write your name in each stanza… Invisible ink
It stands under my Christmas tree until spring…
The only gift for you
There is always a fossil of your waist…
Petrified on my palm
Princess, come forward… some victories are won on the assault
Don't be stubborn.
I publicly admit that you are ingeniously sulking
It becomes dangerous… A cobweb is caught on major chords
Princess, that's enough… We've been hostages of spite for two and a half years…
Princess, that's enough…