Paroles et traduction Djordje Balasevic - Naopaka bajka

Naopaka bajka

U suterenu tunel ka nebesima
Na tankoj gazi jutro mraćan goblen tka
Sumorna lica, nasamo sa gresima
U hodniku bez povratka

U crni grm se moja ptica zaplela
Zaneta titraina zvezda Danica
I kasni dah dok hladi ćelik skalpela
Klizi niz nit brojanice

Postoji plan da je anđeli ukradu
Il′ bar na ćas da je vrate među njih
Jer nekad nebo pravi veliku baladu
I traži rimu za glavni stih

Na grad juriša nežna bela legija
Januar prostire svoj prefinjeni sag
U tajnom dosluhu smo prvi sneg i ja
Da zima pričeka njen trag

Ne vrede priče koje znam
Laže za oći pospane
Izmišjam bajku čudnu naopaku
Uspavanku
Da od nje budna ostane

Postoji put koji namernike bira
Tajnovit drum uvek najboljima sklon
Jer nekad nebo samo crne dirke svira
I traži notu za taj ton

Negde sam dečak jedan zbunjeno
Na mostu stoji
Jer tek sluti da postojiš
Negde u tebi čeka okovana neka pesma koju niko ižv još ne zna

U tebi lanac zvecka tajnim alkama
Bićeš ti majka majkama
Postoji plan da te anđeli ukradu
Il' bar na čas da te vrate među njih
Jer nekad nebo pravi veliku baladu
I traži rimu za glavni stih

Postoji put koji namernike bira
Tajnovit drum uvek najboljima sklon
Jer nekad nebo
Samo crne dirke svira
I traž i notu za pravi ton

Backwards Tale

In the basement, a tunnel leading to the sky
On a thin gas, the morning weaves a dark tapestry
Gloomy faces, alone with their sins
In the hallway of no return

In the black bush, my bird got tangled
The morning star Danica flickers
And a late breath, as it cools the steel of the scalpel
Slides down the rosary string

There is a plan for the angels to steal you
Or at least to return you to them for an hour
Because sometimes the sky makes a great ballad
And looks for a rhyme for the main verse

A gentle white legion charges the city
January unfolds its sophisticated garment
In a secret collusion, we are the first snow and I
So that winter can await its trace

The stories I know are worthless
Lies for sleepy eyes
I'm inventing a strange, backwards tale
A lullaby
So that she may stay awake from it

There is a path that selects its travelers
A mysterious road, always inclined to the best
Because sometimes the sky only plays black holes
And looks for a note for that tone

Somewhere I am a confused boy
Standing on the bridge
Because I only suspect you exist
Somewhere inside you waits a chained song that no one else knows yet

Inside you, a chain rattles with secret links
You will be the mother of mothers
There is a plan for the angels to steal you
Or at least to return you to them for an hour
Because sometimes the sky makes a great ballad
And looks for a rhyme for the main verse

There is a path that selects its travelers
A mysterious road, always inclined to the best
Because sometimes the sky
Only plays black holes
And looks for a note for the right tone