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Balada Disidenta
Da li se sećaš kako bilo nam je pre,
Posle svega šta sad ostalo je, moj Beograde
Sećam se davno, još u zlatnom bokalu,
Prvi put sam video mikrofon, staj'o na astalu,
U senci hladong kestena, gde je moja draga nestala,
Ja urez'o sam ime, bacio prve rime,
Ja sam odrast'o na pesmama gradskih boema,
I pričama alasa kojih danas više nema,
Kalio se s najboljima, po zadimljenim birtijama,
Udvarao se damama, kockao sa limparima,
Nekad kući srećan, nekad sve izgubio,
Nekad ženu grlio, nekad kaldrmu ljubio,
I nisam sebi sudio, gde god bi se probudio,
Bol je bio isti, s njim sam se udruzio,
Zato sećanja sam skupljao, k'o ožiljke da podsete,
Da nije uvek bilo samo hladno i sivo,
Da krv crvena k'o vino, bojila je noći,
Kroz odraze u čaši, to su bile tvoje oči,
A ja sam morao da odem, fijaker me je čekao,
Beograde zbogom, mnoge ti stvari nisam rekao.
Refren (2x)
Da li se sećas kako bilo nam je pre,
Posle svega šta sad ostalo je, moj Beograde
Zaboravi me draga, zaboravi da te volim,
Nastavi da živiš, možda više ne postojim,
Grlim sećanja u mraku, dok ih ključom sreće bojim,
Da ne mislim na krike što čuju se niz hodnik,
Dok borim se sa ranama, sanjam da,
Opijam se vinom, rakijom i tamburama,
Starom violinom, i pocepanim glasovima,
Tužnom pesmom cigana, dimom, i polomljenim čašama,
Sa boemima mojim se nadvikujem za stolom,
Gađam, pesmama recitujem, otimam za slovom,
Zbog samo jednog stiha, moj život sad je gotov,
Pun stih u srcu, dok kroz prozor gledam otok,
Sanjam da mirišem tvoj pogled, dok se privijaš uz mene,
Suze mi poteku kao kiše u jesen,
'Ej ne svani pusta zoro, pusti me da čeznem
Nikad ne svani dok u meni ima pesme,
Al' ja sam morao da odem, jer nekome sam smetao,
Beograde zbogom ovo ti još nisam rekao.
Refren (2x)
Da li se sećaš kako bilo nam je pre,
Posle svega šta sad ostalo je, moj Beograde
Danas rane više bole, nego zuce iza škole,
Nego zvuci ove strofe, ja sam morao da odem,
Al' sad sam opet ovde, al' sve nam se izgubilo,
Posekli su kesten, gde sam nekad tebe ljubio,
Ne mirišu lipe, nema stare violine,
Nema ciganina sedog da za moju tugu brine,
Moj Beograde
Izgubio sam korene, džabe nosim ordenje,
Kad niko me ne poznaje,
Pa zvezdu Crnog Đorđa, dadoh sad za bokal grožđa,
Šta će meni orden, kad ja nemam bilo koga,
Samo nespokoj i bol, moji najbolji drugovi,
U kafani lomim čaše dok mi duša ne iskrvari,
Balada disidenta, jedna tužna srpska pesma,
Nekim budućim kafanama, za bolja vremena,
Neka zastane u grlu, kad je neko drugi peva,
Sve je isto u mom kraju, samo mene više nema,
Ja sam morao da odem, takav nikom nisam trebao,
Beograde zbogom, pamti dobro šta sam rekao!
Refren (2x)
Da li se sećaš kako bilo nam je pre,
Posle svega šta sad ostalo je, moj Beograde
misewic
barsiscevVertaling
Ballad of a dissident
Do you remember how it was before,
After all, what else is left now, my Belgrade ?
I remember long ago, still in a golden pitcher,
The first time I saw the microphone, it was on the table,
In the shadow of a cold chestnut, where did my dear disappeared,
I carved the name, threw the first rime,
I grew up on the songs of urban bohemia,
And stories of fishermen who are now gone,
Forged with the best,in the smoky tavern,
Courting the ladies, gambled with Limpar,
Once I was home & happy, sometimes lost everything,
Once I hugged a woman, kissed the pavement once,
And I didn't judge to myself, wherever I would woke up,
The pain was the same, with it I teamed up,
So I collected memories, like the scars to remind,
That it wasn't always cold and gray,
That blood red like wine, was coloring the night,
Through the reflections in the glass, there were your eyes,
And I had to go away, the carriage was waiting for me,
Belgrade farewell, many of these things I didn't said to you.
Chorus
Do you remember how it was before,
After all, what else is left now, my Belgrade ?
Forget me dear, forget that I love you,
Continue to live, maybe I no longer exist,
I embrace memories in the dark, while I color them with a key for happiness,
To not think of the screams that I hear down the hall,
While struggling with wounds, I dream that,
I'm drunk with wine, rakija and tambourines,
Old violin, and torn voices,
With a sad song of gypsies, smoke, and broken glasses,
With my bohemians I shout on the table,
I shoot, recite poems, rob for the letter,
Because of only one verse, my life is now over,
Full verse in the heart, while on the window I'm watching the island,
I dream that I smell your look, while your body is dancing next to mine
Tears flow like rain in the autumn,
'Hey don't come dawn, let me ache
Never dawn while inside of me is a song,
But I had to go because I bothered someone,
Belgrade farewell, I did not tell you this too.
Chorus
Do you remember how it was before,
After all, what else is left now, my Belgrade ?
Today, wounds hurt me more, than behind the school,
Than sound of this verse, I had to go,
But now I'm here again, but everything is lost,
They cut down the chestnut, where I once kissed you,
Limes don't smell, there is no old violin,
No white-haired gypsy to take care of my sorrow,
My Belgrade
I lost my roots, I wear medals for nothing,
when nobody knows me,
A star of Black Đorđe, now I gave for the bowl of grapes,
Why do I need a medal, when I don't have anyone,
Only restlessness and pain, my best friends,
In the pub I break glasses until my soul bleeds,
Ballad of a dissident, one sad Serbian song,
For some future taverns, for better times
To be caught in the throat, when someone else is singing this,
Everything is the same in my neighborhood, but there is no me anymore,
I had to go, nobody needed me like that,
Belgrade farewell, remember well what I said!
Chorus
Do you remember how it was before,
After all, what else is left now, my Belgrade ?
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Collecties met "Balada Disidenta"
| 1. | Songs about Belgrade |
Beogradski Sindikat: Top 3
| 1. | Kosovo je Srbija (Ruke na srce) |
| 2. | Balada Disidenta |
| 3. | Jedina Srpska |
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