Đorđe Balašević "Nevena" lyrics

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Nevena

Sale Nađ je umro u snu...Dan se taman zasiveo...I ne znam šta je sumnjivo tu...Jer u snu je i živeo...Kažu da je slutio kraj...Tobož, nije navio sat...Pa sad, znao je da gubi taj rat...Neko ružno sanja, nekom su košmari svitanja

Sveštenik je gunđao psalm...Ko za kaznu naučen stih...Pred kapelom nobles i šljam...Iz istog puka Poraženih...Srećom, nije imao šta...Pošto ne bi imao kom...Arčio je život po svom...Testament? Tek skica na kutijici šibica

Strpljivi prsti neminovnosti razlažu uvod pesme koju dobro znamI ako još išta ima da se oprosti i to ti noćas opraštamHuči okean neizbežnosti... Pritislo nebo laki til tavaniceAl to se leči s dve-tri kapi nežnosti u vinu iz Ravanice

Sale Nađ je umro u snu...Slutim da je snivao Srem?Onaj bunar studen pri dnu...I šarom loze zasenčen trem...Slutim da je snivao Nju...čije ime sam gospod zna?I da se u ječmu tog sna jednostavno zbilo to što ga je i ubilo?

Strpljivi prsti neminovnosti razlažu uvod pesme koju dobro znamI ako još išta ima da se oprosti i to ti noćas opraštamHuči okean neizbežnosti... Pritislo nebo laki til tavaniceAl to se leči s dve-tri kapi nežnosti u vinu iz Ravanice

Nevena

Sale Nađ died in sleep...And the day just became gray...And I have no idea what's weird in thereBecause he also did live in a dream...They say he boded his end...Quasi, didn't wind up the clock...Oh well, he knew he was losing that war...Someone has ugly dreams, someone's nightmares are the dawns

The priest grumbled the psalm...Like some verse learned for punishment...In front of chapel there are nobles and scumFrom the same regiment of Defeated...Luckily, he didn't have anything...Because he wouldn't have anybody to leave it to...He lived life on his own...Will? It's just a draft on a matchbox

Patient fingers of necessity disassemble intro of the song I know so wellAnd if there's anything left to forgive, I forgive you tonightAn ocean of inevitability roars... The sky pushed a light tulle of a ceilingBut that can heal with a few drops of tenderness in a Ravanica's wine

Sale Nađ died in sleep...I suspect he dreamed of Syrmia?That draw bell ice-cold at bottomAnd a porch shaded by a vineI suspect he dreamed of Her...Whose name only dear Lord knows?And that in a barley of that dream simply happened just what killed him?

Patient fingers of necessity disassemble intro of the song I know so wellAnd if there's anything left to forgive, I forgive you tonightAn ocean of inevitability roars... The sky pushed a light tulle of a ceilingBut that can heal with a few drops of tenderness in a Ravanica's wine

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