Đorđe Balašević "Branislava (full)" lyrics

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Branislava (full)

U prvi suton jesen je napala na kejPark se šepurio u žutomk'o stari ušminkani gejNa uglu Glavne i Dunavskeu moj je prostor kročilaTitrava, poput sveće slavske...senka sa njenim očima

Bila je cvetak... No, to je jučerašnja vestSvi smo mi Gospodari Sveta tu negde s dvadeset i šestNaš grad je bio njen lični ateljeVeliki film se snimaoBila je jedna od tri želje koje sam ikad imao

Za druge je smišljala slatke kolekcije...Više ukrase... u bojama nežnim i toplimZa sebe žaketiće od nekih grubih štofovaNisu vredele lekcije...Navukla se... na pilule i Dženis DžoplinI prve paketiće od onih Propalih GrofovaA priču je moju slušala skeptičnoZa nju je, naravno, to bilo totalno falš i patetičnoBanalne strasti...Ljubav, ljubomora, čežnja i bol i tom sličnoUžas... Patetično

U prvi suton odjednom je zahladiloDavno sam načuo da je "na žutom"...Nije me iznenadiloDo gala revije smo, eto, napokon stigli...Dame i gospodo, ofucana kolekcija za strašilaNa koncu priča vodi igli...E, lutko... Super si model sašila

Ja sam pred život istupio naježen... I razdrljenK'o pred streljački vod u zoruI strah me... Nepromenjen... Dok metak putujeAl' sa sudbom se natežem... Onako zagrljenK'o dve pijane lude na šoruZnam, kaljavo ordenje na mom kaputu je...

Pričaj mi malo o pateticiTvoji su sveci za mene tek ubogi mali heretici?Pričaj mi malo... Ili nemoj?

Branislava (Dusk)

At the dusk, autumn attacked the quayPark swagged in yellowLike an old dressed up gayIn the corner of the Main and Danube StreetShe walked right into my spaceVibrant, like a candle during jubilee...Shadow with her eyes

She was a bloom... No, that's old newsWe're all Masters of the World when we're twenty sixOur city was her personal atelierGreat movie was in makingShe was one of the only three wishes I ever had

She was coming up with sweet designs for others...More like decorations... In colors soft and warmFor herself cutaways of rough materialsLectures were worthless...She got herself onto pills and Janis JoplinAnd first packets from those Fallen EarlsAnd she listened to my story skepticallyFor her, of course, that was totally off-key and patheticBasic instincts...Love, jealousy, yearning and ache and stuff like thatHorror... Pathetic

At the dusk, it suddenly got coldI heard long time ago she was taking drugs...I wasn't surprisedAt last, the big show was due...Ladies and gentleman, shabby collection for scarecrowsStory ends with the needle...Darling, that is a great model you've made

But I stood before life with a shiver... DisheveledLike before the firing squad at the dawnAnd I'm afraid... Unchanged... While bullet travelsBut I fight with my destiny... HuggedLike two fools on the roadI know, bloody medals are on my coat...

Tell me something about patheticsFor me, all your saint are poor little heretics...Tell me something... Or don't?

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