Đorđe Balašević "Naopaka bajka" lyrics

Naopaka bajka

U suterenu tunel ka nebesima,na tankoj gazi jutro mračan goblen tka,sumorna lica, nasamo sa gresima,u hodniku bez povratka,u crni grm se moja ptica zaplela,zaneta titraina zvezda Danica.I kasni dah dok hladi čelik,skalpela klizi niz nit brojanice.

Postoji plan da je anđeli ukradu,il’ bar na čas da je vrate među njih,jer nekad nebo pravi veliku baladui traži rimu za glavni stih.

Na grad juriša nežna bela legija,januar prostire svoj prefinjeni sag,u tajnom dosluhu smo prvi sneg i ja,da zima pričeka njen trag,ne vrede priče koje znam,laže za oči pospane,izmišljam bajku čudnu naopakuuspavanku,da od nje budna ostane.

Postoji put koji namernike bira,tajnovit drum uvek najboljima sklon,jer nekad nebo samo crne dirke svirai traži notu za taj ton.

Negde sam dečak jedan zbunjenona mostu stoji,jer tek sluti da postojiš,negde u tebi čeka okovana neka pesmakoju niko živ još ne zna,u tebi lanac zvecka tajnim alkama,bićeš ti majka majkama.

Postoji plan da te anđeli ukradu,il’ bar na čas da te vrate među njih,jer nekad nebo pravi veliku baladui traži rimu za glavni stih.

Postoji put koji namernike bira,tajnovit drum uvek najboljima sklon,jer nekad nebo samo crne dirke svirai traži notu za taj ton.

An upside down fairytale

In basement (there is) a tunnel toward heavensThe morning looms a dark goblin on a thin gauzewith gloomy face, alone with sinsin the corridor without return.Into the black shrub my bird embroiledraptured by the vibrations of the Northern starAnd breath is late while cold stealof scalpel glides down the thread of chaplet.There is a plan that angels steal heror at least for a moment to return her among thembecause sometimes heaven makes a beautiful balladand searches for a rhyme for the main verse.Soft white legion storms on the city,January spreads its refined carpetThe first snow and me are in a secret collusionthat winter waits for her trace.Stories that I know cannot help,(they are) fibbers for sleepy eyesI fable a fairy tale, strange, upside downlullabyto make her stay awake.There is a road that chooses passers-by,a mystified road always prone to the best (people)because heaven sometimes plays only black keysand searches for a note for that tone.Somewhere alone, one boy confusedlystands on the bridgebecause he abodes that you exist.Somewhere inside you some shackled song waitswhich no one alive yet knowsInside you jingles a chain with secret rings,you will be a mother to mothers.There is a plan that angels steal heror at least for a moment to return her among thembecause sometimes heaven makes a beautiful balladand searches for a rhyme for the main verse.There is a road that chooses passers-by,a mystified road always prone to the best (people)because heaven sometimes plays only black keysand searches for a note for that tone.