Dok gori nebo nad Novim Sadom

Đorđe Balašević / Ђорђе Балашевић

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DOK GORI NEBO NAD NOVIM SADOM Da se ne lazemo: nije to bio neki most od onih podignutih da bi se u njih gledalo ne, pre je bio od onih podignutih da bi se sa njih gledalo i pod njima prvi put poljubilo Ali, ponekad ga je ona prelazila svojim uobraženim kadetskim korakom a mesecina se kao deverika lovila u mrežu njene kose po tome ću ga, eto, pamtiti Rat je kao pijan svat prošao poljem šenlučio celu noć kaleći bes na ranom žitu i tek niklom bostanu Zašto, ne pitaj se jer, tako je bolje i Bog je pristao na to ratovi prolaze, a ljudi eto, ipak ostanu Za zlo sam teški laik no, to je stara priča znaš već... Bila jednom dva brata i to kad sklopim taj mozaik ostane mi kamičak i to smo izgleda mi Ma, hitni papuče u vis zalosna panonska vilo za tvoje dugme sedefno ja noćas kraljevstvo dajem I lupni daire o bok ramena pospi aprilom pa ponizi ovaj mrak tim svojim lucidnim sjajem Zaigraj, bosa i prkosna dok iznad Novog Sada đavo pali svoja kandila Zad na reči tamni čim se sumrak zgusne Dunav je pred zoru prek plaše te aveti što maglom brode teškim skelama Ne, strah nije pravi ruž za tvoje usne reši ga se jednom zauvek i veruj zvezdi koja zraku tvog života prelama Nije to prva neman što preti dahom vatre, ne ali ljubav je vitez arhanđeo s' mačem spreman da i tu alu satre da i samo čeka tvoj znak.

WHILE THE SKY OVER THE NOVI SAD BURNS Let's be honest, it wasn't a special bridge... One of those built to be looked at... No... It was one of those built to look from them. And under them first time kiss... But... Sometimes She crossed it with her pretentious cadet steps... And the moonlight got caught like a bream in the net of her hair... By that I will remember it... War has passed over the lands like a drunken wedding guest... Partying the whole night... Venting his anger on the young wheat and just sprung melons... Why? Don't ask, because... It's better that way... And the God agreed... Wars pass, but people, people stay... I'm a layman for eveil... But, that's an old story... You know: There were two brothers... And so on... When I assemble that mosaic... I'm left with small stone... And... It seems that's what we are? Oh, throw your slipper in the air, you sad Pannonian Fairy... For your nacrous button I would give a kingdom tonight... And hit that timbrel on your side... Sprinkle the April over your shoulders... And humiliate this darkness by your lucid glow... Dance... Barefoot and defiant... While the Devil lights up the candles above the Novi Sad... Jade becomes dark on the river as soon as the dusk gets dense... Danube is short-tempered before the dawn... You are afraid of the ghosts who navigate through the fog on their heavy ferries? No, the fear is not the right lipstick for your lips... Get rid of it once forever... And trust the star which breaks the light of your life... It's not the first beats which threatens by the breath of the fire... No... But the love is a knight... Archangel with the sword, ready to slay the beast... Yes... And he just awaits your sign...