Lyrics of Naposletku... - Đorđe Balašević

Naposletku... (original)

Naposletku
Ti si dobro znala
Ko sam ja
Otkud sad` te suze
Moja mila?
Rekla si da se za točak
Bršljan ne hvata
Zalud izgužvana svila
To je tako…
Ne pravi od tuge nauku
Mani svetlo na sledećem bregu
Okopniće moj otisak
Na tvom jastuku
(još kako)
Kao jezuška u snegu
Razbiću gitaru
Crn je mrak ispunjava
Odavno se svoje pesme bojim
Pomera u meni neke gene Dunava
Pa ja tečem i kad` stojim
Ali opet
Da l' bi ikad bila
Moja Ti
Da sam vojnik u armiji ljudi?
Rekla si da baš ne umem
Novce brojati
I da je ništa sve što nudim
Naposletku
Ti si navek znala
Da sam svirac
Brošić što se teško pribada
Da me može oduvati
Najblaži Nemirac
Da ću u po` reči stati
Da se neću osvrtati
Nikada
Ređaš po vitrini
Fini porculanski svet
Al' ja sam figurica
Bez žiga
Pazi…
To je Bajka što ti pada na pamet
Fali ti baš ovaj cigan
Ne, dušo
Tek u jesen otkriju se
Boje krošanja
Sve su slične u leto zeleno
Naposletku
Ti si dobro
Znala ko sam ja
Čemu suze, lepa ženo?
Draga moja
Ti si navek znala
Da sam pajac
Moj je šešir šatra pomična
Usne, `tice-rugalice
A u oku tajac
Da sam kaput sa dva lica
Da sam Gospo’n propalica
Obična
Naposletku
Ti si navek znala
Da sam svirac
Da je Nebo moja livada
Da me može oduvati
Najblaži Nemirac
Da ću u po` reči stati
Da se neću osvrtati
Nikada
Da ću u po` reči stati
Da se neću osvrtati…

(translation)

Finally
You knew well
Who am I
Where do you get those tears from?
My dear?
You said take the wheel
Ivy does not catch
Wrinkled silk in vain
It is so…
Don't make science out of sadness
There is a light on the next hill
He'll dig up my fingerprint
On your pillow
(how else)
Like a jesus in the snow
I'll break the guitar
Black fills the darkness
I have been afraid of my songs for a long time
It moves some genes of the Danube in me
Well, I run even when I'm standing
But again
Would she ever be
My You
That I am a soldier in the army of men?
You said I couldn't
Count money
And that nothing is all I offer
Finally
You always knew
That I am a musician
A brooch that is hard to nail
That he can blow me away
The mildest Nemirac
That I will stop in a word
That I will not look back
Never
You sort through the display case
Fine porcelain world
But I'm a figurine
No stamp
Watch out…
It's a fairy tale that comes to mind
You miss this gypsy
No, honey
It is only in the fall that they are revealed
Crown colors
They are all similar in summer green
Finally
You are OK
She knew who I was
Why the tears, beautiful woman?
My dear
You always knew
That I'm a clown
My tent hat is movable
Lips, sneers
And silence in the eye
That I am a two-faced coat
That I'm a loser
Ordinary
Finally
You always knew
That I am a musician
That Heaven is my meadow
That he can blow me away
The mildest Nemirac
That I will stop in a word
That I will not look back
Never
That I will stop in a word
That I will not look back…