Текст и перевод песни Djordje Balasevic - Branislava

Branislava

U prvi suton
Jesen je napala na kej
Park se sepurio u zutom
Ko stari usminkani gej

Na uglu Glavne i Dunavske
U moj je prostor krocila
Titrala poput svece slavske
Senka sa njenim ocima

A bila je cvetak
No, to je jucerasnja vest
Svi smo mi gospodari sveta
Tu negde s dvadeset i sest

Nas grad je bio njen licni atelje
Veliki film se snimao
Bila je jedna od tri zelje
Koje sam ikad' imao

Za druge je smisljala slatke kolekcije
Vise ukrase, u bojama neznim i toplim
Za sebe zaketice
Od nekih grubih stofova

I nisu vredele lekcije
Navukla se na pilule i Dzenis Dzoplin
I prve paketice od
Onih propalih grofova

A pricu je moju slusala skepticno
Za nju je, naravno
To bilo totalno fals i pateticno
Male banalne strasti

Ljubav, ljubomora
Ceznja i bol
I tom slicno
Uzas pateticno

U prvi suton
Odjednom je zahladilo
Davno sam nacuo da je na zutom
Al' nije me iznenadilo

Do gala-revije smo
Eto, napokon stigli
Dame i gospodo
Ofucana kolekcija za strasila

Na koncu prica vodi igli
E, super si model sasila
A ja sam pred zivot istupio
Najezen i razdrljen

Ko pred streljacki vod u zoru
Iz straha nepromenjen
Dok metak putuje
Al' sa sudbom se natezem

Onako zagrljen
Ko dve pijane lude na soru
Znam kaljavo ordenje
Na mom kaputu je

Hajde, pricaj mi malo o patetici
Tvoji su sveci za mene tek
Ubogi mali heretici
Pricaj mi malo o tome, ili, nemoj

Hvala Mimi

Branislava

In the first twilight
Autumn attacked the quay
The park was curled up in yellow
Like an old made-up gay

On the corner of Main and Danube
You stepped into my space
Shimmering like a celebratory candle
A shadow with your eyes

And you were a flower
But that's yesterday's news
We're all masters of the world
Somewhere around twenty-six

Our city was your personal studio
A great film was being shot
You were one of the three wishes
That I ever had

You designed sweet collections for others
More ornaments, in delicate and warm colors
For yourself, you would keep
Some rough fabrics

And lessons were worthless
You got hooked on pills and Janis Joplin
And the first packs from
Those failed counts

And you listened to my story skeptically
For you, of course
It was totally fake and pathetic
Small banal passions

Love, jealousy
Longing and pain
And things like that
The horror of the pathetic

In the first twilight
Suddenly it got cold
I heard long ago that you were on the yellow
But it didn't surprise me

To the gala-review we
Well, we finally got there
Ladies and gentlemen
A worn-out collection for scarecrows

In the end, the story leads to a needle
Well, you've sewn a super model
And I stepped out before life
Goosebumps and unbuttoned

Like before a firing squad at dawn
Unchanged from fear
While the bullet travels
But I'm struggling with fate

Hugged like that
Like two drunk fools at a party
I know the muddy medal
On my coat is

Come on, tell me a little about pathos
Your saints are just for me
Poor little heretics
Tell me a little about it, or, don't

Thank you, Mimi