Lyrics of Miholjsko leto '95 - Đorđe Balašević

Miholjsko leto '95 (original)

Do pola jedan je bila na času klavira
Onda korakom merila grad
I usput gledala izloge
Pardon, svoj odraz u njima
U kosi još, poput venca
Ona molska kadenca
Mala vračka
Da, upravo tad`
Iz kafe «Kibic»
Polagano nadođe on
Kao plima
Tajne su tu
Zato da ih neko nasluti
Postoji reč koja vredi
Tek kad` se oćuti
Bogu je kanuo čaj
Svud` je prsnuo sjaj
Jedan platan će ostati zlatan
Ona kroz smeh
Čvrsto svoju kajdanku stišće
Ne drhti on
To je samo to uvelo lišće
Blaženo Miholjsko leto
Jedno i sveto za njih
A on je nosio naglas
Svojih skoro 18
Sve češće mu govore «Vi»
Begeš u grudima udara
Bije u bronzane žice
U džepu sretni staklenac
K`o ono novčić i zdenac
Mala vračka da nestanu svi
A ona bane k`o lupež
I prospe mu kosu u lice
Tajne su tu
Zato da ih neko nasluti
Postoji reč koja vredi
Tek kad` se oćuti
Bogu je kanuo čaj
Svud` je prsnuo sjaj
Jedan platan će ostati zlatan
Ona kroz smeh
Čvrsto svoju kajdanku stišće
Ne drhti on
To je samo to uvelo lišće
Blaženo Miholjsko leto
Jedno i sveto za njih
Kao osrednji klošar…
Malo prosed i prostar
Na uglu sam zastao sam
Ne tako dobar oktobar
I misli sve u Ruskom štimu
A onda shvatih, na prepad
Da te volim k`o nekad
Vreme samo raspiruje plam
U meni Miholjsko leto
To prkosno Sunce pred zimu…
Ma, daj!

(translation)

By half past one she was in piano class
Then he measured the city with a step
And she looked at the shop windows along the way
Sorry, your reflection in them
In the hair still, like a wreath
That minor cadence
Little witch
Yes, just then
From the cafe "Kibic"
He came slowly
Like the tide
The secrets are there
So that someone can guess them
There is a word that is worth it
Only when he feels
He gave tea to God
The glow burst everywhere
One plane tree will remain golden
She laughs
He grips his handcuffs tightly
He doesn't tremble
It just introduced the leaves
Blessed St. Michael's Year
One and holy for them
And he wore it out loud
Its almost 18
More and more often they say "you"
You run in the chest of the blow
Beats into bronze wires
A happy glass jar in his pocket
Like a coin and a well
Little witch to make everyone disappear
And she bans like a thief
And she spilled her hair in his face
The secrets are there
So that someone can guess them
There is a word that is worth it
Only when he feels
He gave tea to God
The glow burst everywhere
One plane tree will remain golden
She laughs
He grips his handcuffs tightly
He doesn't tremble
It just introduced the leaves
Blessed St. Michael's Year
One and holy for them
As a mediocre bum…
A little gray and spacious
I stopped alone on the corner
Not so good October
And he thinks everything in the Russian style
And then I realized, on the run
To love you as I used to
Time only ignites the flame
Miholjsko leto in me
That defiant sun before winter…
Come on!