Naposletku (After all)
by Đorđe Balašević
After all...
You knew very well who am I
Where did those tears come from, my dear?
You said that ivy wouldn't grow on a wheel
Silk is crumpled in vain...
That's the way it is...
Don't make a doctrine out of sorrow...
Lure some light on the next hill..
My print on your pillow will fade,
don't worry...
Like an angel in snow..
I'll shatter the guitar
It is filled with darkest dark..
My poem fears me from a long ago..
It moves the Danube genes inside me..
So even when I stand, I flow..
But then again..
Would you ever be mine
If I was just a soldier in army of men?
You said i'm no good at counting money
And that nothing is all I have to offer.
After all...
You always knew that I'm musician
Brooch, which is hard to pin...
I can be blown away by the mildest wind..
I'll stop in the middle of the word
And never look back..
Again.
You're lining nice porcelain world up the showcase..
But I'm figurine without a stamp...
Look out..
It's a fairy tale..what comes to your mind..
Are you missing just this gypsy?
No honey...
Only in the autumn treetops show their colors..
In summer they're all alike..
After all...
You knew very well who am I
What are the tears for, beautiful women?
My dear, you always knew that I'm a jester...
My hat is mobile tent..
Lips.. of a mockingbird..
And hush in the eye..
I'm coat with two faces..
Mister bum..
Ordinary.
After all...
You always knew that I'm musician
And that skies are my meadows...
I can be blown away by the mildest wind..
I'll stop in the middle of the word
And never look back..
Again.
