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 Поп
Date 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 |