Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Princezo, javi se..., artist - Đorđe Balašević. Album song Ostaće okrugli trag na mestu šatre, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Record label: Djordje Balasevic
Song language: Bosnian
Princezo, javi se...(original) |
Umesto molitve rekla si «O tom ću misliti sutra…» |
Sa šminkom od gara, ko Skarlet O’Hara… Tvoj preslikan lik |
I dugo plutala ko brodolomnik ka obali jutra |
Nekad tišina zna prepasti džina, kad ispusti krik |
Još jednu noć si izgurala sama… Čehov je zaspao blaženim snom |
Ni ne zna da je igrala tama… Pod prozorom |
Vetar je vežbao violončelo. |
Čežnjive skale u nedogled |
Zora ti brižljivo pipnula čelo… Negde u tebi je goreo led |
Princezo, javi se… Još imam džep u kom se hladni prsti zgreju |
Pošalji poruku… Da vidim jednom to pisamce na displeju |
Sve mi nedostaje… Čuvam u damastu još kalup tvoga vrata |
Princezo, dosta je… Dve i po godine smo taoci inata… šta ti je? |
Plima banalnosti tvoj svet zapljuskuje k’o Atlantidu |
Dok šmrka bioskop, fali ti neko da napravi geg |
Da ti za rođendan ispiše sonet na komšijskom zidu |
I s bandom cigana pod tvojim prozorom utaba sneg? |
Na podmetaču još crtam tvoj profil |
Suvišna pitanja izbegnuta fintom |
Ime ti ispišem u svakoj strofi… Nevidljivom tintom |
Pod mojom jelkom do proleća stoji… |
Jedino dar tebi namenjen |
Zauvek fosil tvog struka postoji… |
Na mome dlanu okamenjen |
Princezo, javi se… neke se pobede dobijaju na juriš |
Ne tvrdoglavi se. |
Priznajem javno da se genijalno duriš |
Opasno postaje… Na durske akorde se paučina hvata |
Princezo, dosta je… Dve i po godine smo taoci inata… |
Princezo, dosta je… |
(translation) |
Instead of praying, you said, "I'll think about it tomorrow." |
With makeup from the station, like Scarlett O’Hara… Your painted face |
And for a long time she floated like a shipwrecked man towards the shore of the morning |
Sometimes silence can terrify a giant, when he let out a scream |
You pushed another night away alone… Chekhov fell asleep in a blissful sleep |
He doesn't even know that darkness played… Under the window |
The wind practiced the cello. |
Longing rocks indefinitely |
Dawn carefully touched your forehead… Somewhere inside you, ice was burning |
Princess, answer… I still have a pocket where cold fingers warm up |
Send a message… Let me see that letter on the display once |
I miss everything… I still keep the mold of your neck in damask |
Princess, that's enough… We've been hostages of spite for two and a half years… what's the matter with you? |
The tide of banality is sweeping your world like Atlantis |
While sniffing the cinema, you need someone to make a gag |
To write a sonnet on your neighbor's wall for your birthday |
And with a gang of gypsies under your window, it's snowing? |
I'm still drawing your profile on the pad |
Redundant questions avoided by feint |
I write your name in each stanza… Invisible ink |
It stands under my Christmas tree until spring… |
The only gift for you |
There is always a fossil of your waist… |
Petrified on my palm |
Princess, come forward… some victories are won on the assault |
Don't be stubborn. |
I publicly admit that you are ingeniously sulking |
It becomes dangerous… A cobweb is caught on major chords |
Princess, that's enough… We've been hostages of spite for two and a half years… |
Princess, that's enough… |