Đorđe Balašević "Julija (Jablani tuže jalovi)" lyrics

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Julija (Jablani tuže jalovi)

Tamburu mi prod'o Ciganslatkoreciv i prefrigancukununuk prosjaka i begovaomakne se prst na struninesretna me pesma zbunine znam da l' je moja ili njegova

Ma, nek' me spali grom ko senjakako ima sta za cim bi zalioproklet da je obesenjaktugu mi je s' tamburom uvalio

Darov'o mi knjigu rabinubojitu k'o karabinako umes laz od lazi probratial' vec odavno ne znam viseda l' je citam il' je pisemja zaustim a mudrac se obrati

I tako, u mastiku suza kanemuti casu, pa i dane zamutija sam sebe manji komadveci deo cini Nomada taj cudak nesto buncanjemu nikad dosta sunca

Jablani tuze jalovii dok ih slusamuvek me hvata ritam jatazal za jugomprolaze nebom zdralovii ova dusa i nocas ore tamo goreza tim plugom

Ukrao mi ljubav lopovsin doktorov,unuk popovodveo je u zemlju bez snegovau snove mi bosa banepripretim joj da zastaneda l' je u snu moja ili njegova

I tako, krckam dane k'o orasesta zagorci ne mora se zagristisejem svet kroz sitno sitotrazim nesto narocitopokajnika i beguncanekog s' one strane sunca

Jablani tuze jalovii dok ih slusamuvek me hvata ritam jatazal za jugomprolaze nebom zdralovii ova dusa i nocas ore tamo goreza tim plugom

Julija (Mourning of the Barren Poplars)

One Gypsy sold me a tamburitzaHe was silver-tongued and shrewdGreat-great-grandson of beggars and beysA finger slips on the stringUnfortunate song confuses meSo I don't know is it mine or his

Oh, let the lighting incinerate me like the hayIf there is anything I would regretDamn he be, that scapegraceHe gave me sorrow with tamburitza

One Rabbi gave me a bookIt was deadly like the carbineIf you can weed out the liesBut for very long time I don't knowif I'm reading it or writing itI open my mouth, but the sage speaks

And so, a tear drops in the masticStirs the glass, but also the daysI am becoming less and less of myselfBut more and more a NomadAnd that weirdo always rantsHe never gets tired of the Sun

The barren poplars mournAnd while I listen to themI get caught in the rhythm of the flockAnd the grief for the SouthIn the sky cranes are flyingAnd this soul ploughs up thereWith that plow

One thief stole my loveHe was a son of doctor, grandson of a priestHe took her into the land with no snowShe comes into my dreams barefootI say her to stop and sayIs she mine or his in the dream

And so, I crack days as walnutsWhat gets bitter needs not to be eatenI sift the world through the fine sieveLooking for something specialPenitent and the fugitiveSomebody on the other side of the Sun

The barren poplars mournAnd while I listen to themI get caught in the rhythm of the flockAnd the grief for the SouthIn the sky cranes are flyingAnd this soul ploughs up thereWith that plow

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