Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stih na asfaltu, artist - Đorđe Balašević. Album song Devedesete, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Record label: Djordje Balasevic
Song language: Croatian
Stih na asfaltu(original) |
Da mi je još jedared proći Ilicom |
Pa da bećarac našvrljam ćirilicom |
Teško da bi drugi mogli rešiti taj hijeroglif |
Al' bi neko znao da sam tu |
Cipelice jedne bele, zastale bi i prevele |
Stih, na asfaltu |
Jednom ću u baladu da se prerušim |
U refren što se tamo još zapevuši |
Pa da minem Starom Vlaškom |
Da joj kosu sklonim daškom |
I za uglom hitro zamaknem |
Da pred nosom strašnog Bana |
Kao senka Petra Pana |
Kapu namaknem |
Preko krova i mansarde |
Ošamućen daljinama |
Da ostavim struk lavande |
Među njenim haljinama |
Lagano se, bore nanose |
Malo šta je još po starom |
Al' okice, moje šokice |
Mađijaju istim žarom |
Ladica đinđuva po nebu prosuta |
U jesen vetar primi miris Bosuta |
Isprva mi nije ništa, al' već posle par gemišta |
Dopre izdaleka lagan prim |
Praćen tercom suvog lišća |
S' jednog hrasta kraj Belišća |
Stidljivo, sasvim |
Što sam joj kog vraga |
Dao belu ružu samoniklu |
Što li sam je povezao |
Onaj krug na mom biciklu |
(translation) |
That I still have to go through Ilica |
So that I can write Cyrillic in Cyrillic |
Hardly anyone else could solve that hieroglyph |
But someone would know I was here |
White shoes, they would stop and translate |
Verse, on the asphalt |
I'm going to dress up in a ballad one day |
In the refrain that is still sung there |
So let's go through Old Wallachia |
To blow her hair away |
And around the corner I move quickly |
Yes, in front of the nose of the terrible Ban |
Like the shadow of Peter Pan |
I put on my hat |
Over the roof and attic |
Stunned by the distances |
To leave a waist of lavender |
Among her dresses |
Lightly, wrinkles apply |
There is little that is still the same |
But ok, my shocks |
They are magic with the same zeal |
A drawer of ginger spilled across the sky |
In autumn, the wind received the scent of Bosut |
At first, it's nothing to me, but only after a couple of games |
It reaches from afar a light prim |
Followed by a third of dry leaves |
From an oak tree near Belišće |
Shy, quite |
What the hell am I doing to her |
Gave a white rose to the wild |
What did I connect her to |
That circle on my bike |