Đorđe Balašević "Svirajte mi Jesen stize, dunjo moja" lyrics

Svirajte mi Jesen stize, dunjo moja

Toga jutra sam stigao putničkom klasompa kući sa stanice časomkroz bašte i prečice znane.A u vojsci sam stekao druga do grobai hroničnu upalu zgloba,suvenir na stražarske dane.

Ušao sam na prstima,mati beše već budna i brzo se prekrstila.Reče: "Prošlo je k'o za čas,baš si stigao dobro jer svatovi su tu do nas,pa će ti svirati a ti ćeš birati."

Svadba beše k'o svadba i šta da se priča -parada pijanstva i kičai poznata cura u belom.Već po redu poželeh im zdravlja i sreće,iz ruku mi otela cvećei sakrila pogled pod velom.

Tad me spaziše Cigani,kum je tražio pesmu, al' ja sam stig'o briga njih.Širok osmeh i zlatan zub:"Znam da nije ti lako, al' danas nemoj biti grub,nego zapovedi šta ćemo svirati."

Svirajte mi "Jesen stiže, dunjo moja", jesen rana,nek zazvone tambure u transu.Znam da nije pesma ova za veselje i svatovac,al' ja moram čuti tu romansu.

Svirajte mi "Jesen stiže, dunjo moja", al' polakoda mi ne bi koja reč promakla.Sklonte čaše i bokale,razbio bi svet od šaleda je samo slučajno od stakla, dunjo moja

Retko odlazim kući a pišem još ređei slike su bleđe i bleđe.Pa lepe potiskuju ružne,al' nekad poručim piće i tako to krene.Pa stignem u svatove njene,sve prave su ljubavi tužne.

Nikom ne pričam o tome,brzo prođe taj talas, i znam da ću da potonem.Spas mi donose cigani,oni imaju srce za svakog od nas, briga njih.Oni me pitaju, šta da sviraju.

Svirajte mi "Jesen stiže, dunjo moja", jesen rana...

Play The Song 'Autumn Is Coming My Quince'

That morning I arrived in economy classand went home from the station quickly through gardens and shortcuts well knowAnd in the army I found a 'friend til the end'and got a chronical arthritis, souvenir from the guardian days

I entered walking on a tiptoemy mother was already awake and she crossed herself quicklyShe said: It passed in a split of secondit's good that you came, there is wedding right next to usso they will play for you, and you will chose (songs)

The wedding was like any other, what else to sayparade of drunkeness and bad taste, and a well-know girl dressed in whiteI already wished them health and happinessshe grabbed the flowers from my hands and hid her look under the veilThen the Gipsies saw methe godfather asked for a song, but they dont care because now I am herewide smile and a golden toothI know it's not easy for you, but dont be harsh todaybut command what to play

Play the song "Autumn is comming my quince", an early autumnlet the tambourine in transe ringI know this song is not for celebrations and weddingsbut I have to hear that romance

Play the song "Autumn is comming my quince", but slowlyso that I wouldnt miss a wordtake the glasses and pitchers awayI would break the world as a jokeif it only was made of glass, my quince

I'm going home rarely, and I'm writing even lessand the photos are fading awayso the nice ones are pushing out ugly onesBut sometimes I order a drink and that's how it goesand I come to her weddingall real loves are sad

I dont talk about it with anyonethat wave goes by quickly and I know I will sinkgipsies come as a rescuethey have heart for all of us, they dont carethey ask me what to play

Play the song "Autumn is comming my quince", an early autumn