Текст песни и перевод на английский Đorđe Balašević - Lagana stvar

Lagana stvar

Tad još nisam birao
Ni gde, ni šta sam svirao
A baš u tom je čar
Ona je došla tad i rekla
"Pokušaj, napravi jednom bar"
"Za mene neku finu, sporu stvar"
"Finu, laganu stvar"

I od dva-tri akorda
Jer ni ne umem bolje ja
Pesma je nastala
I čim su čuli nju, laganu pesmu tu
Svi su pevušili
I svi su zaneseni plesali
Uz tu laganu stvar

Čule su me krupne zveri
Producenti, menedžeri
Shvatili su kakav imam dar
Nudili mi rajsko voće
Mnogo love, slavu, ploće
Ubrzo sam postao superstar

Zahvaljujuči muzici
Baš k'o kuče na uzici
Svetom me vodili
Pričali "To je taj, čudo od deteta"
A ja sam pevao milion puta
Jednu istu stvar
Finu, laganu stvar

Verovali ili ne
Za sve moguče novine
Dao sam intervju
Svi su me snimali i očekivali
Da kažem kad i gde sam
Tako genijalno smislio
Finu, laganu stvar

Pisali su da sam zlatan
Ili da sam čist šarlatan
I sve manje ja sam bio svoj
Kad sam razmislio o tom
Zamislih se nad zivotom
Rekoh sebi "Kući, stari moj"

Želeo sam život nov
U senci bresta crven krov
I moju Draganu
Gde god sam bivao
O njoj sam snivao od onog dana još
Kad je poželela da napišem
Finu, laganu stvar

Želeo sam naći nju
I čim stigoh na stanicu
Upitah dal' je tu
Tad su mi rekli da se davno udala
Za nekog mangupa
S' kojim je zanesena plesala
Uz tu laganu stvar

Little thing

Then I hadn't chosen at all
Where and what to play
It's that, what's fascinating
She came and said
"Try to make something sometime"
"For me something nice, a slow thing"
"Nice, little thing"

And from two or three chords
'Cause I can't do any better
A song was made
And when they heard it, that little song
They all hummed it
And all entranced they danced
To that little thing

Heard me wild beasts
Producers, managers
They understood what kind of gift I have
They offered me heavenly fruits
Much love, fame, applause
I soon became a superstar

Thanks to the music
Just like a dog on the leash
They took me through the world
They'd say "That's him, what a child prodigy"
And I sang a million times
One and the same thing
Nice, little thing

Believe it or not
For all possible newspapers
I gave an interview
They all filmed and expected me
To say when and where I
Thought of something so ingenious
Nice, little thing

They wrote that I'm a goldmine
Or that I'm a pure charlatan
And less and less I was my own
When I thought about it
I thought about life
I said to myself "Home, my old chap"

I wanted a new life
Red roof in the shade of the elm
And my Dragana
Wherever I have been
I have dreamt of her since that day
When she wished me to write
Nice, little thing

I wanted to find her
And as soon as I arrived at the station
I asked if she were right there
Then they told me that she got married long ago
For some hooligan
With whom she danced
To that little thing