Lyrics of Portret mog života - Đorđe Balašević

Portret mog života (original)

Mesec prosipa bokal fosfora
Vitraz mraza na oknu prozora
Jedne noci ko ova znace Bog
Doslikacu portret zivota svog
Silueta se davno nazire
Neko uzdahne, neko zazire
Isto vide, a razno tumace
Djavo prste u farbu umace
Ref
Prave si boje dodala
Na taj portret zivota mog
Talase plave, nijansu lave
Vrtloge zelenog
I lila tamnu ceznjivu
I boju breskve neznu
I sramezljivu
Setno sivu nepogresivu
Roze nadjoh medj' starim pismima
Modru vrpcu nad teskim mislima
Ukrah ridju iz pera drozdova
Laki purpur iz prvih grozdova
Uzeh oker sa svece svecarske
Drap sa svilene masne becarske
Mrku s tambure tuznih tonova
A cinober sa nosa klovnova
Ref
A crnu nisi stedela
Ali bez nje bi bela
Jos izbledela
Bez crne bela ne bi vredela
Srce je moje napuklo
K’o kora starog bagrema
Al' u tvom oku
Kao lane zadrema
I jedva kao sapati
Nicu po uglovima
Zlatne paprati
Pramen sna u sliku navrati
Vetar dokono senke spopada
Huk u ambis tisine propada
Jedne noci k’o ova, znace Bog
Doslikacu portret zivota svog

(translation)

The moon spills a jug of phosphorus
Stained glass frost on the window pane
One night like this means God
I will paint a portrait of my life
The silhouette has long been in sight
Someone sighs, someone hesitates
He saw the same, but interpreted differently
The devil's fingers dip in the paint
Ref
You added the right colors
On that portrait of my life
Waves blue, shade of lava
Vortices of green
And lilac dark longing
And the peach color is gentle
And shy
Setno gray unmistakable
I found roses among the old letters
A blue ribbon over heavy thoughts
Ukrah ridju from the feathers of thrushes
Light purple from the first clusters
I took the ocher from the candlelight
Drape with silk greasy becarska
Darkness from the tambourine of sad tones
A cinnabar is the nose of a clown
Ref
And you didn't spare the black one
But without her, she would be white
Still faded
Without black, white would not be worth it
My heart is broken
Like the bark of an old acacia tree
But in your eye
He falls asleep like last year
And barely a whisper
They're going around the corners
Golden ferns
A strand of sleep came into the picture
The wind lazily casts a shadow
The hook in the abyss of silence collapses
One night like this, it means God
I will paint a portrait of my life