Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Starim , by - Đorđe Balašević. Song from the album The Best Of Đorđe Balašević, in the genre ПопRelease date: 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… |