Paroles et traduction Đorđe Balašević - Stih Na Asfaltu

Stih Na Asfaltu

Da mi je još jedared proči Ilicom
Pa da bećarac nasvrljam cirilicom
Teško da bi drugi mogli rešiti taj hijeroglif,
Al bi Neko znao da sam tu
Cipelice jedne bele zastale bi i prevele
Stih na asfaltu
Jednom ću u baladu da se prerušim
U refren što se Tamo jos zapevuši
Pa da minem Starom Vlaškom
Da joj kosu sklonim daskom
I za uglom hitro zamaknem
Da pred nosom strašnog Bana, kao senka Petra Pana
Kapu namaknem
Preko krova i mansarde, ošamućen daljinama
Da ostavim struk lavande medu njenim haljinama
Lagano se bore nanose Malo šta je još po starom
Al okice moje šokice mađijaju istim žarom
Ladica đinđuva po nebu prosuta
U jesen vetar primi miris Bosuta
Isprva mi nije nista al več posle par gemišta
Dopre izdaleka lagan prim
Praćen tercom suvog lišća s jednog hrasta kraj Belišća
Stidljivo, sasvim
Što sam joj kog vraga dao belu ružu samoniklu
Što li sam je povezao onaj krug na mom biciklu
Lagano se bore nanose Malo šta je još po starom
Al okice moje sokice mađijaju istim žarom

Verse on the Asphalt

If I could walk down Iliсa one more time
And scribble a poem in Cyrillic
It's unlikely others would be able to decipher this hieroglyph
But Someone would know that I was here
Small white shoes would stop and translate
Verse on the asphalt
I will disguise myself as a ballad one day
As a chorus that was sung in a distant land
And pass through Old Vlaška
To cover her hair with a board
And quickly hide around the corner
As a shadow of Peter Pan, before the terrible Ban
I will dip my hat
Through the rooftops and attics, bewildered by the distance
To leave a sprig of lavender among her dresses
Slowly, the colors fade. Little has changed
But my magical eyes still see the same charm
A small boat of geraniums scattered across the sky
In autumn, the wind carries the scent of Bosut
At first, I feel nothing, but after a few sips
A distant sound reaches me
Accompanied by the tapping of dry leaves from an oak tree near Belišće
It's so shy
Why on earth did I give her a wild white rose?
Why did I tie it to that ring on my bike?
Slowly, the colors fade. Little has changed
But my magical eyes still see the same charm