
Date of issue: 31.12.1987
Record label: croatia
Song language: Bosnian
Starim(original) |
Jutro me zatiče samog, ko školjku u pesku… |
Svu noć su senke na zidu skicirale fresku… |
Tražio sam jedan stih, skoro da ga osetih |
Al' mi je iz ruku nestao… |
Protura se novi dan |
Al taj trik je providan |
Samo da bi prošli prestao |
Jutro me zatiče u pravom haosu tema… |
U mojim strofama lagani raspad sistema… |
Al' u tajnim vezama, sa nekim davnim zvezdama |
Ponovo se pesma primiče… |
Zasad nema imena |
Samo bluza svilena |
Kako mi iz ruku, izmiče |
Zaboravljam imena, samo lica ostaju |
U prolazu, ljude otkrivam kroz šifre… |
Dovraga, sve mi to govori da starim |
Zaboravljam, dosadne cifre |
Zaboravljam, imena malih bircuza uz put |
I curice, što su uvek dobre bile |
Neke bistrine se nepovratno mute |
Ali nikada, dodir svile… |
Jutro me zatiče opet u smišljanju bekstva… |
Čim malo usporim, stignu me davna prokletstva… |
To su samo momenti, lošim vetrom doneti |
To su samo male večnosti… |
To su samo godine |
Kad se čovek otkine |
Ko od one gorke tečnosti… |
(translation) |
The morning catches me alone, like a shell in the sand… |
All night the shadows on the wall sketched a fresco… |
I was looking for a verse, I almost felt it |
But it disappeared from my hands… |
A new day is coming |
But that trick is transparent |
Just to pass stopped |
The morning finds me in a real chaos of topics… |
In my stanzas a slight disintegration of the system… |
But in secret relationships, with some ancient stars |
The song is approaching again… |
No names yet |
Just a silk blouse |
As it gets out of my hands, it slips away |
I forget the names, only the faces remain |
In passing, I discover people through codes… |
Hell, it all tells me I'm getting old |
I forget, boring numbers |
I forget the names of the little taverns along the way |
And girls, which have always been good |
Some clarities are irreversibly blurred |
But never, a touch of silk… |
The morning catches me thinking of escaping again… |
As soon as I slow down a little, the ancient curses reach me… |
These are just moments, brought by a bad wind |
These are just small eternities… |
It's just years |
When a man breaks away |
Which of those bitter liquids… |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Devojka Sa 'Čardaš' Nogama | 1987 |
Ne Volim Januar | 1987 |
Ne Lomite Mi Bagrenje | 1987 |
Olelole | 1990 |
Ćaletova Pesma | 1987 |
Ringišpil | 1990 |
Nedostaje mi naša ljubav | 1999 |
D - moll | 1988 |
Ja luzer? | 1992 |
Devojka Sa ''čardaš'' Nogama | 2012 |
Anđela | 2000 |
Ljerka | 2000 |
Još Jedna Pesma O Maloj Garavoj | 1987 |
Sin jedinac | 1995 |
Maliganska | 2003 |
Balkanski tango | 1999 |
Život je more | 2001 |
Kad Odem...... | 2012 |
Priča O Vasi L. | 2003 |
Miholjsko leto '95 | 1995 |