Lyrics of Stih na asfaltu - Đorđe Balašević

Stih na asfaltu - Đorđe Balašević
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
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