Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Saputnik, artist - Đorđe Balašević. Album song The Best Of Đorđe Balašević, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.1987
Record label: croatia
Song language: Bosnian
Saputnik(original) |
| Na granici sam bio posle ponoći |
| Mrak je moja boja i tu nema pomoći |
| Carinik, jos dečak |
| Klimnuo mi glavom zvaničan i krut |
| I samo lupio pečat: |
| «Sve u redu, laku noć i sretan put» |
| Put se odmotava k’o dugi sivi šal |
| Sutra će se stare koke picnuti za bal |
| Takav dan se pamti |
| Petnaest godina u vetar poslatih |
| Dolaze svi maturanti |
| Al' će neki neke teško poznati |
| Dosadne proslave mi dođu kao kazna |
| Ali svejedno |
| Idem, možda najzad saznam: |
| Gde je moja Pegava? |
| Dugo me izbegava |
| Nije mi se javila, nikad više |
| Magija je prestala, negde mi je nestala |
| Kao leptiri pre kiše |
| Gde je moja Pegi Su? |
| «Nije ovde», rekli su |
| «Oni su odselili, nemoj zvati» |
| Ostao je samo lik, mali verni saputnik |
| Mali svitac srebrni, da me prati |
| Promiču dani kao jablani uz drum |
| Jutro već miriše na vanilu i na rum |
| Gde su? |
| Kako se drže? |
| Baš da vidim šta je s' dobrim đacima |
| Oni se potroše brže |
| Mi smo nekad bili generacija |
| (translation) |
| I was at the border after midnight |
| Darkness is my color and there is no help |
| Customs officer, still a boy |
| He nodded his head formal and stiff |
| And just broke the seal: |
| "All right, good night and happy journey" |
| The road unwinds like a long gray scarf |
| Tomorrow the old hens will be pissed off for the ball |
| Such a day is remembered |
| Fifteen years sent to the wind |
| All the graduates are coming |
| But some will find it difficult to know some |
| Boring celebrations come to me as punishment |
| But still |
| I'm going, maybe I'll finally find out: |
| Where is my Pegava? |
| He avoids me for a long time |
| She didn't call me, never again |
| The magic has stopped, I have disappeared somewhere |
| Like butterflies before the rain |
| Where's my Peggy Su? |
| "She's not here," they said |
| "They moved away, don't call" |
| All that remained was a character, a small faithful companion |
| Little silver lamp, to follow me |
| Days pass like apple trees by the roadside |
| The morning already smells of vanilla and rum |
| Where are they? |
| How are they holding up? |
| Just to see what happens to good students |
| They are consumed faster |
| We used to be a generation |