Lyrics of Poslednja nevesta - Đorđe Balašević

Poslednja nevesta (original)

Vesnik svadbe po sokaku svuda je
Brinu snajke šta će koja mesiti
Neko mi se, kanda, skoro udaje?
Pa, čuj, moralo se i to jednom desiti
Tu livadu ja sam prvi kosio
Pričam više nego što bih smeo
‘Ajde
Odavno bih je zaprosio
Da sam samo hteo
Vetrić glanca krune granja
Tamiš nosi par lokvanja
Račun svedi
Šta sad vredi mladost tričava?
Nevažno je to sve skupa
Sećanje je smešna lupa
Koja sitne stvari
Uveličava
Oprezno s tom violinom
Ona čezne za tišinom
K’o da škakljas anđelčiće
Vrhom gudala
A Nju nemoj pominjati
Neće svet zbog toga stati
Ma, neće biti prva
Što se udala
Ništa lakše nego sebe slagati
Ništa lakše neg' se nasmrt opiti
I ništa teže nego zalud tragati
Od sto drugih nju sam prob’o sklopiti
Srce cupka
Al` misao okleva
Čeka da se stvari same dese
A tuga lepše zvuči
Kad se otpeva
Pesma sve podnese
Bog je, katkad, pravi šeret
Na strmini doda teret
I potura Nedohvatno
Da se dohvati
Bog je dobar, kako kome
Bolje ne pitaj o tome
Ućutaću ili ću opsovati
Polagano, Šanji Bači
Ti si znao sta mi znači
K’o da heklaš paučinu
Vrhom gudala
Kad pred crkvom baci buket
Neka padne kao uklet
Neka bude zadnja
Što se udala
Samo bol je u životu siguran
Sreću nosi neki poštar jako spor
Neka…
Samo ovu noć da izguram
Sutra ću već naći dobar izgovor…

(translation)

The wedding newspaper in the alley is everywhere
The daughters-in-law are worried about what to knead
Someone, kanda, is almost getting married to me?
Well, listen, it had to happen once
I was the first to mow that meadow
I talk more than I should
‘Come on
I would have proposed to her a long time ago
If only I wanted to
The breeze of the glossy crown of the branches
Tamis carries a pair of water lilies
The bill is down
What is the value of youth now?
It doesn't matter if it's all together
Memory is a funny magnifying glass
What little things
Increases
Be careful with that violin
She longs for silence
It's like tickling little angels
The tip of the bow
And don't mention her
The world will not stop because of that
Well, she won't be the first
What she married
Nothing is easier than lying to yourself
Nothing is easier than trying to die
And nothing harder than searching in vain
Out of a hundred others, I tried to put it together
My heart is pounding
But the thought hesitates
Waiting for things to happen on their own
And sadness sounds better
When sung
The song endured everything
God is, sometimes, a true sheret
He adds a load on the slope
And pour Unreachable
To be reached
God is good, as to whom
You better not ask about it
I will shut up or swear
Take it easy, Shanji Baci
You knew what it meant to me
It's like crocheting a cobweb
The tip of the bow
When he threw a bouquet in front of the church
Let it fall like a curse
Let it be the last
What she married
Only pain in life is safe
Luck is brought by a postman who is very slow
Let…
Just this night to push
Tomorrow I will find a good excuse…