Lyrics and translation Đorđe Balašević - Poluuspavanka

Poluuspavanka

Hej, otkači šlepove!
Nanišani jutro i pusti tu stvar neka klizi
Postoje kod Amera reči za to:
"Take it easy", lutko lepa
Zrela se breskva nebom cepa

U kosu me zadeni
K'o malenu sedefnu šnalu me skri iza temena
Svi satovi svemira žure
Mi imamo vremena, puna kapa
Noć i nas dvoje, stara klapa

Nije ovo uspavanka
Pesma gnjavanka
Buenas noches ciquita
To smo smislili vrag i ja
To je magija
Tajni prolaz kroz noć

Baš polaze galije
Do vina i maslina
'Ajmo malo na jug Italije
Zatvori oči

U tajnoj sam misiji!
Moj dom je tek maleni svitac na nebeskoj pučini
A ja sam na ovoj planeti
Da sretnom te učinim, spavaj samo
Ne znaju oni šta mi znamo

Nije ovo sweet baby dream
Glupi evergreen
Nema ljutnje Sinatra
Ova pesma te voli sva
To je molitva
Za još jedan lep san

O, ne boj se granica i naslovnih stranica
Nema tih glupih stanica
Na putu do jutra

Nije ovo uspavanka
Pesma gnjavanka
Buenas noches chiquita
To smo smislili vrag i ja
To je magija
Tajni prolaz kroz noć

Baš polaze galije do vina i maslina
'Ajmo malo na jug Italije
Zatvori oči

Half-Lullaby

Hey, untie the boats!
Cherished morning and let that thing slide
There are words for that in America:
"Take it easy", beautiful doll
A ripe peach splits the sky.

Hit me in the hair
You are my small, mother-of-pearl clasp, hide me behind the crown of my head
All the clocks of the universe are in a hurry
We have a full hat of time
The night and the two of us, the old trap

This is not a lullaby
Song of complaints
Buenas noches chiquita
The devil and I came up with this
It's magic
A secret passage through the night

The galleys are just leaving
To the wine and olive groves
Let's go to the south of Italy
Close your eyes

I'm on a secret mission!
My home is just a small scroll on the heavenly waters
And I am on this planet
To make you happy, just sleep
They don't know what we know

This is not a sweet baby dream
A silly evergreen
Sinatra is not angry
This song loves you all
It's a prayer
For another beautiful dream

Oh, don't be afraid of borders and title pages
There are no such stupid stations
On the way to the morning

This is not a lullaby
Song of complaints
Buenas noches chiquita
The devil and I came up with this
It's magic
A secret passage through the night

The galleys are just leaving to the wine and olive groves
Let's go to the south of Italy
Close your eyes