Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Uspavanka za dečaka, artist - Đorđe Balašević. Album song Naposletku..., in the genre Иностранная авторская песня
Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Record label: Djordje Balasevic
Song language: Bosnian
Uspavanka za dečaka(original) |
Pričaće ti jednom možda |
Kako sam ja bio štošta |
Pile moje, pače moje malo |
Mudrovaće badavani |
Kad me nema da se branim |
Da sam blizu ne bi im se dalo |
Pričaće ti o plovidbi |
Ti što nisu sidro digli |
Šta sam za njih neg' ukleta šajka |
Tvrdiće sa čudnim sjajem |
Da sam drhtao pred zmajem |
Videli su oni, iz prikrajka |
Al' ti slutiš otkud bore |
Trunje se u oku diglo |
Olujno je tamo gore |
Gde nas nije puno stiglo |
Znam da sanjaš more sveća |
I korake po tom doku |
Ti si tamo bio u mom oku |
Pričaće ti, kojekakvi |
Zloba se k’o rubin cakli |
Kako odjek moga osmeha ječi |
I kleće se u pretpostavke |
Kljuckajući kao čavke |
Moje loše prepričane reči |
Brojao sam ljude s Krsta |
Pravila i izuzetke |
Posvud` promašena vrsta |
Samo retki nađu retke |
Znam da sanjaš Vaskrsenje |
Jednu siluetu plahu |
Ti si tamo bio, u mom dahu |
Pričaće ti jednom svašta |
Boljima se teško prašta |
Pile moje, pače moje malo |
I silni miševi u boci |
Javiće se k’o svedoci |
Pustolovnog traganja za Gralom |
Ne znam više, Bože prosti |
Da l' da strepim |
Il' da stremim |
Da to breme posebnosti |
I na tebe nakalemim |
Ako nije kasno već? |
Jer znam da sanjaš rimovanja |
Krik i tišinu nemu |
Ti si bio svugde |
U mom' svemu |
Pile moje, pače moje malo |
Lavče moje… |
(translation) |
He'll talk to you maybe one day |
How I was a lot |
My chicken, my little duck |
Badavani will be wise |
When I'm not going to defend myself |
If I was close, they wouldn't be able to |
He'll tell you about sailing |
Those who did not raise the anchor |
What am I to them than a haunted gang |
It will claim with a strange luster |
That I was trembling before the dragon |
They saw it, from the outskirts |
But you know where they're fighting |
The rot in his eye rose |
It's stormy up there |
Where not many of us arrived |
I know you dream of a sea of candles |
And steps on that dock |
You were there in my eye |
He'll tell you what |
Evil is like ruby glaze |
Like the echo of my smile |
And he swears by assumptions |
Pecking like jackdaws |
My badly told words |
I counted the people from the Cross |
Rules and exceptions |
Missed species everywhere |
Only the rare find the rare |
I know you dream of the Resurrection |
One silhouette timid |
You were there, in my breath |
He'll tell you everything one day |
It's hard to forgive the better ones |
My chicken, my little duck |
And strong mice in a bottle |
He will appear as a witness |
An adventurous search for the Grail |
I don't know anymore, God forbid |
Should I be afraid |
Or to strive |
That burden of peculiarities |
And I will graft on you |
If it's not too late already? |
Because I know you dream of rhyming |
Shout and silence to him |
You've been everywhere |
In my 'everything |
My chicken, my little duck |
My benches… |