U jednom od onih pajzlova sa kariranim stolnjacima i nekrštenim vinom…
Umalo da me Potiski đilkoši konačno dotuku violinom…
Pesma beše o suncokretu… do zla boga žalosna…
Samo, za nju se kod nas u varoši malo zna…
“Kis naproforgo…” Lepi goropadni cvet…
Zbog kog se Sunce s neba spustilo na svet…
Da sazna što u sene glavu okrene?
Da sazna kom se sveti, kad ne gleda za njime ko svi drugi suncokreti?
Malo moje ćudljivo… Pusti šta je bilo, ne budi zlopamtilo…
Obići svet je zbog tog uzbudljivo… Da bi se ovde vratilo…
Digni tu lepu glavu… Pogledaj me bar…
U suzici što blista čuda se trista vide…
Tvoja je sreća samo tvoja stvar…
Al zato tvoja tuga… To je već priča druga… To na moj račun ide…
Pipneš jedared šlingu u bećaruše…
Pa cela veka snevaš divlje jagode…
Zbog nje se rime raspare i naruše…
I sve bi htele da se njoj prilagode…
Lako je kad te neko ni ne zavoli…
Tad samo tamna strana srca zaboli…
Teško je kad za nekog jedinog i svog postaneš zrnce soli…
Teško je kad Tvoj Neko prestane da te voli…
English Translation
Somebody Yours
In one of those taverns with checked tablecloths and unbaptized wine…
Hooligans from Potisje almost finally finished me off with a violin…
The song was about a sunflower… sad as hell…
Just, it’s not very well known in our town…
“Little sunflower…” Beautiful frenzy flower…
Because of which the Sun from the sky came down to earth…
to find out why, at dusk, she turns her head away?
To find out who is she punishing when she is not looking at him like every other sunflower does?
My little capricious one… Let it go, what happened, happened, don’t be vengeful…
That’s why it’s fun to go around the world… To return here…
Raise that beautiful head up… At least look at me…
In a little shining tear, three hundred miracles can be seen…
Your happiness is your problem only…
But, on the other hand, your sorrow… That’s another story… That’s my concern…
Once you touch a bachelorette’s lace…
You spend a century dreaming of wild strawberries…
She makes rhymes break up and get disturbed…
And all of them want to adapt themselves to her…
It’s easy when someone doesn’t fall in love with you in the first place…
Only the dark side of your heart hurts then…
It’s hard when for some only one and yours you become a little grain of salt…
It’s hard when Somebody Yours stops loving you…