Branislava [English translation]

At early twilight autumn attacked the quay

The park was flamboyant in yellow like an old made up gay..

On the corner of the Main and Danube street she walked into my space

Trembling like a church candle, a shadow with her eyes...

And

She used to be a flower, but, that's yesterday's news...

We're all masters of the Universe, OH YES, at about 26

Our town was here personal atelier, a grand film being shot....

She was one of three wishes that i ever had...

For others she was creating cute fashion trends, more like ornaments, in colors warm and gentle, for herself jackets from very coarse canvases

And despite my lectures, she got hooked on pills, and Janis Joplin, and first little packages sold by those broke aristocrats..

And

My words she'd listen to all skeptical, for her, of course, it was all totally fake and pathetic...

Little banal lies, Love, Jealousy, Longing and Pain, that kind of stuff - terribly pathetic...

At early twilight, suddenly got very cold, i heard long time ago she was all yellow, and why lie, i wasn't surprised

We arrive finally at the gala show, ladies and gentlemen, a shabby, scary collection

In the end the story leads to needle, oh baby, what a great outfit you made...

And

I got into life's face all shivery and torn up like in front of a firing squad at dawn ...

Unchanged, exactly because I am scared, while the bullet is heading my way

BUT

wrestling with destiny, in a hugging clinch, like two drunken fools on some road. I know muddy medals hang from my coat---

C'mon, tell me something about being pathetic

Your saints, for me are just little deprived heretics---

Tell me a little about it, or better not...

• Artist:Đorđe Balašević
• Album:Dnevnik starog momka