Lyrics of The last march - Đorđe Balašević

The last march (original)

Postoji jedno stručno mišljenje po kom sam uvek dosadan i isti
Pa sam probao već svasta: bluz i tango, rege, kantri, rok i diksi
U traganju za novim šlagerom
Sad kopam prstima po tamburi k’o bagerom
Ali panika, brate, tonem poput Titanika
Jer ostade mi marš, jedino još marš
Za ovo ovde, za happy raju što slavi bedu u punom sjaju
Ostade mi marš, ništa osim marš
Pesmica jes' malo čudna, al' vremena oskudna — daj šta daš
Javlja se određeni utisak da imam neke momente u stihu
Ali da moje žalostivne rime negativno utiču na psihu
Dobar sam, kažu, u baladama
Njima bih dirnuo i onog pravog Sadama
Ali u ritmu sam, hm, još nedovoljno iskusan.
Jel'?!
Pa da probam marš?
Jednostavno marš
Za ovo ovde, za sretno stado koje u mraku mekeće rado
Ostade mi marš, jedino još marš
Pesmica jes' malo jadna, al' vremena prikladna — daj šta daš
Kazu da pesma nas je održala.
I ja lično zastupam tu tezu
Al' sad na primer imam tremu, imam jezu kao slepac na trapezu
Ovo je rasklimana država
To više bre ni Pavaroti ne održava
Kamoli jadan ja.
Idi, to su naivna nadanja
Al' možda legne marš, možda treba marš
Za ovo ovde veselo krdo što je na svome tek kad mu je tvrdo
Ostade mi marš, jedino jos marš
Jes' da je pesmica bedna, al' vremena vanredna — daj sta daš
Pa da probam još marš, kratko — jasno marš
Za ovo ovde, lenjo do srži čiji je moto «trpi i rži»
Ostade mi marš, ništa, samo marš
Uglavnom, što bi se reklo, al' vreme je isteklo — daj šta daš
Marš ti, oca ti jebem bezobraznog

(translation)

There is one expert opinion according to which I am always boring and the same
So I've already tried everything: blues and tango, reggae, country, rock and diksi
In search of a new hit
Now I'm digging my fingers on the tambourine like an excavator
But panic, brother, I'm sinking like the Titanic
Because I have a march left, the only march left
For this here, for a happy paradise that celebrates misery in full splendor
I was left with a march, nothing but a march
The song is a bit strange, but time is scarce - give what you give
There is a certain impression that I have some moments in the verse
But that my sad rhymes negatively affect the psyche
I am good, they say, in ballads
I would touch the real Saddam with them
But in rhythm, I’m, um, still not experienced enough.
Is it ?!
So should I try the march?
Simply march
For this here, for a happy flock that will gladly soften in the dark
I have a march left, only one more march
The song is a little pathetic, but the time is right - give what you give
They say that the song sustained us.
And I personally advocate that thesis
But now, for example, I am nervous, I have a shiver like a blind man at a table
This is a shaky state
Pavarotti doesn't maintain that anymore
Not to mention poor me.
Go, those are naive hopes
But maybe there will be a march, maybe there will be a march
For this, a happy herd is here, which is on its own only when it is hard
I have a march left, only another march
Yes, the song is miserable, but the times are extraordinary - give what you give
So let me try another march, short - clear march
For this here, lazy to the core whose motto is "suffer and growl"
I have a march left, nothing, just a march
Basically, what could be said, but time has expired - give what you give
March, you fucking rude father