Đorđe Balašević "Ringispil" lyrics

Ringispil

Curi od jutros, od čet'ri-petrešilo nebo da potopi svetnad gradom danimavise iste kulise

Poliva kišaal' to joj je zanatma, sve mi je ravnok'o Severni Banatmanje-višei sa kišom i bez kiše

Vreme se vuče k'o teretni vozgde li većeras da pomolim nosklasika, konobarucaffe "Macciato", pa da

Prolazi vremeal' to mu je maniri sve je to plitkok'o plehani tanjirizeš slikunigde jedra na vidiku

Ref.O, daj okrenitaj ringispil u mojoj glavito ne zna niko, samo tiBez tebe drvenikonjići, tužno stojedođi, iz plave boce se pojavibar jednu želju ispunii dodaj svetu malo boje,čudo moje

Veče se klatik'o prezreli klipteška vremenaa ja težak tipgravitacija za časuzima svoje

Slab sam ja igračza subotnje gužveal' shvatam pomalote pokretne spužveneko pijanlakše život odrobija

Ref.

Sustajem, odustajempritiska me kao peglajavi se, pojavi sedodaj svetu malo vergla

Nekad si me čudiladanas bi mi tako legladodaj malo ludiladodaj svetu malo vergla

Merry-go-round

It has been pouring since 4-5 this morning,As the heaven has decided to flood the worldThe same coulisses above the city for days

The rain is pouring, but that’s what it doesYet, for me everything is flat just like northern Banat,More or less, with or without the rain

The time drags on like a cargo train,Where should I go tonight?Like always: “Waiter, un cafe' macchiatto". Of course...

The time goes by, but that’s in its mannerAnd all of it is as shallow as a plateDamn picture, no sail on horizon.

Oh come on, turn that Merry-go-round in my headNo one can do it, just you.Without you, the wooden horses sadly stand in place.

Come, appear from the blue bottleGrant me at least one wishAnd add some color to the world, my little miracle.

The night swings like an over-ripe kernelHard times, but I am even a harder manGravitation takes its toll in no time.

I am a poor player for the Saturday crowdBut I can a bit understand those mobile spongesFor those drunk it is easier to serve the sentence called “life”.

I’m getting tired, I’m giving up, it presses me like a flat-ironCall me, show up, add a bit of coveys to the world.You used to surprise me, but today, oh, you would fit so goodAdd a little madness, add some music-box to the world.