Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nemam Ništa S Tim , by - Đorđe Balašević. Song from the album The Best Of Đorđe Balašević, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.1987
Record label: croatia
Song language: Bosnian
Nemam Ništa S Tim(original) |
| Ona je volela blues |
| Njen kralj zvao se Peter Green |
| A ja, sasvim slučajno tu… |
| Za taj film neko levi, sasvim… |
| Uvek je gledala sat |
| I čim sklope kazaljke krug |
| K’o mala bi šaputala, tad |
| Da negde neko misli na nju |
| U njenoj sobi, mala riznica greha |
| Kao duga, preko besmisla most… |
| Puno knjiga nekog prebeglog čeha |
| I sportska štampa, ako naiđe gost… |
| Uglavnom prođe sve |
| Ali ostane blues |
| Boje se razliju |
| Kad ga čujem na radiju… |
| Ubija metronom… |
| Šta taj sat radi tu? |
| Jedan i nula-pet… |
| Neko misli na nju |
| Negde u meni je kvar |
| I mrak što me gricka k’o miš… |
| I sav sam kao ona staklena stvar |
| U kojoj veje kada je pomeriš |
| U ovoj sobi ravnoteža je prosta: |
| Sto i krevet i prekidač za luč… |
| Ispod cene mole cenjenog gosta |
| Da pre puta ne zaboravi ključ |
| Uglavnom… |
| Ona je volela bluz, o-je |
| Lucidni Peter Green… |
| A ja, ja sam voleo nju… |
| A blues… šta blues??? |
| Nemam ništa sa tim… |
| (translation) |
| She loved the blues |
| Her king's name was Peter Green |
| And I, quite by accident here… |
| For that film, someone left, quite… |
| She always looked at her watch |
| And as soon as they put the hands together |
| She would whisper like a baby, then |
| Someone thinks of her somewhere |
| In her room, a small treasury of sin |
| Like a rainbow, over nonsense bridge… |
| Lots of books by a Czech fugitive |
| And the sports press, if a guest comes… |
| Mostly everything passes |
| But the blues remains |
| The colors spill over |
| When I hear it on the radio… |
| Kills the metronome… |
| What is that watch doing there? |
| One and zero-five… |
| Someone is thinking about her |
| There is a malfunction somewhere in me |
| And the darkness that bites me like a mouse… |
| And I'm all like that glass thing |
| In which branch when you move it |
| The balance in this room is simple: |
| Table and bed and light switch… |
| Below the price of praying the esteemed guest |
| Don't forget the key before the trip |
| Mostly… |
| She loved the blues, oh |
| Lucidni Peter Green… |
| And I, I loved her… |
| A blues… what blues ??? |
| I have nothing to do with it… |