Devedesete
Đorđe Balašević / Ђорђе Балашевић| Originale | Versione Inglese |
| DEVEDESETE Dobro vece moje dame i gospodo... ovo je ploca o Devedesetim i kakva je da je, jel' od Devedesetih nece biti gora, to je sigurno Mi smo bar imali stare gitare... Poneki bedž na reverima... Glupo bi zvučalo "Je-Je!" uz sve ove dileje s revolverima... Al zastavu šezdesetih vezle su gramofonske igle... I put od žute cigle prostro se pred nas... Mi smo bar imali razne Če Gevare... O-o, i veće prevare... To mladost spiri u dahu kao šećer u prahu sa bundevare... Protesti sedamdesetih više su bili odraz mode Jer bokal pun slobode točen je za nas... Mi smo bar imali putovanja... Perone, suze, cmakanja... Crveni pasoš bez mane što prolazi grane bez puno njakanja... Dnevnici osamdesetih švrljani su na jarke razglednice Svet je lice šminkao zbog nas... Mi smo bar imali one snove koji se teško ostvare... A snovi najčešće vrede tek kad s tobom osede... Kad s tobom ostare... Nije bas sve na kantaru... Čitavo čudo kupi lova Ali snova nema piratiranih... Onda su došle devedesete, tužne i nesretne... Opake... Gospod je barut primirisao pa ladno zbrisao za oblake... E, kad već puknu ustave nema nam spasa dok se reke ne zaustave... No, i taj dan će svanuti... Onda su došle devedesete, tužne i nesretne... Fobične... U udžbenike i u čitanke ušle su bitange... Obične... Kasno je da se paniči... Dali smo šansu da se ludilo ozvaniči... A sad smo prosto zgranuti? Mi smo bar imali neke veze s planetom i sa ljudima... Znalo se ko togu nosi a ko cvetić u kosi... O, blago ludima... Danas se laž odvažila... A zadnja bagra kroji moral... Pa je OK koral dignut oko nas... Ma, jebite se, Devedesete, vas mogu jedino psovati... Za vama niko neće žaliti niti vam stihove kovati... Jednu ste mladost sludele, budite sretne ako vam i strofu udele... Pred crkvom pravih vrednosti... Ma, jebite se, Devedesete, i vaša priča je gotova... I dabogda se nikad ne sete svih ovih protuva i skotova... Kad zakon metlom zamane... Ili ih pusti da se međusobno tamane... Što ima svojih prednosti... | THE NINENTIES At least we had old guitars Some badge on lapels "Ye-Ye!" would sound stupid along with all these idiots with revolvers But, it was gramophone needles that embroidered the flag of the sixties And a yellow brick road unfolded in front of us At least we had various Che Guevaras And, major deceptions It is the youth that blows in one breath, like powdered sugar from a pumpkin pie Protests of the seventies were more a reflection of a style Because, a pitcher filled with freedom was poured out for us At least we had travels Railway platforms, tears, and kisses The red passport with no deficiency that passes borders without many problems TV reports of the eighties were scribbled over bright postcards The World was masking its face because of us At least we had those dreams, which hardly come true And dreams are usually worth the most when they turn grey with you Age with you Not everything is on a steelyard Money can buy miracles But, there are no piratical dreams Then, the nineties have come, sorrowful and grievous Wicked . The Lord has smelled gunpowder, and has escaped behind the clouds Once, when dams burst, there is no salvation for us until rivers stop But, such day will dawn Eventually Then, the nineties have come, sorrowful and grievous Phobic Ordinary bums broke into text- and reading- books It is too late to panic We gave a chance for the madness to become official And now we are like simply surprised At least we had something to do with the planet and people It was known who wears a robe, and who wears a flower in the hair Lucky, the crazy ones A lie got bold, nowadays And the last scum administers morality So that the "OK coral" is raised around us Fuck you nineties, you can only be swore at Nobody will grieve after you, nor will they forge verses for you You have brought one youth to madness, be happy if even a stanza is dedicated to you In front of a church of real values Fuck you nineties, your story is over, too And God forbid that they ever remember all these morons and distrustful ones When the law sweeps with its broom or it lets them beat each other up Which has its advantages |
