Omiljene lyrice

Rogan · Pristupio: 14 Apr 2006 Poruke: 5340 Studijska grupa: Istorija umetnosti

Hermetico ::

stihovima ove pesme pochinje najbolji strip ikada napisan...
a i logichno je... a dylan, jbg...

Theyre selling postcards of the hanging
Theyre painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
Theyve got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad theyre restless
They need somewhere to go
As lady and I look out tonight
From desolation row

Cinderella, she seems so easy
It takes one to know one, she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette davis style
And in comes romeo, hes moaning
You belong to me I believe
And someone says, youre in the wrong place, my friend
You better leave
And the only sound thats left
After the ambulances go
Is cinderella sweeping up
On desolation row

Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
The fortunetelling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for cain and abel
And the hunchback of notre dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the good samaritan, hes dressing
Hes getting ready for the show
Hes going to the carnival tonight
On desolation row

Now ophelia, shes neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid

To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her professions her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noahs great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into desolation row

Einstein, disguised as robin hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On desolation row

Dr. filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
Theyre trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
Shes in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
Have mercy on his soul
They all play on penny whistles
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From desolation row

Across the street theyve nailed the curtains
Theyre getting ready for the feast
The phantom of the opera
A perfect image of a priest
Theyre spoonfeeding casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then theyll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words

And the phantoms shouting to skinny girls
Get outa here if you dont know
Casanova is just being punished for going
To desolation row

Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To desolation row

Praise be to neros neptune
The titanic sails at dawn
And everybodys shouting
Which side are you on?
And ezra pound and t. s. eliot
Fighting in the captains tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About desolation row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday
(about the time the door knob broke)
When you asked how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, theyre quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I cant read too good
Dont send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From desolation row

I nastavlja se dotichni strip sa Dilanom :

(naravno, Hendriksova verzija)

There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
I cant get no relief
Businessmen they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None will level on the line
Nobody of it is worth

No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I weve been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour's getting late

All along the watchtower
Princes kept her view
While all the women came and went
Bare-foot servants to, but
Outside in the cold distance
A wild cat did a-growl
Two riders were approachin'
And the wind began to howl

All along the watchtower
Hear you sing around the watch
Gotta beware gotta beware I will
All along the watchtower...

Draguljche · Pristupio: 09 Jan 2008 Poruke: 62 Studijska grupa: Psihologija

archive - fuck you
Theres a look on your face I would like to knock out
See the sin in your grin and the shape of your mouth
All I want is to see you in terrible pain
Though we wont ever meet I remember your name
Cant believe you were once just like anyone else
Then you grew and became like the devil himself
Pray to god I can think of a nice thing to say
But I dont think I can so fuck you anyway
You are scum, you are scum and I hope that you know
That the cracks in your smile are beginning to show
Now the world needs to see that its time you should go
Theres no light in your eyes and your brain is too slow
Cant believe you were once just like anyone else
Then you grew and became like the devil himself
Pray to god I can think of a nice thing to say
But I dont think I can, so fuck you anyway
Bet you sleep like a child with your thumb in your mouth
I could creep up beside put a gun in your mouth
Makes me sick when I hear all the shit that you say
So much crap coming out it must take you all day
Theres a space kept in hell with your name on the seat
With a spike in the chair just to make it complete
When you look at yourself do you see what I see
If you do why the fuck are you looking at me

Why the fuck why the fuck are you looking at me
(Repeat x 4)

Theres a time for us all and I think yours has been
Can you please hurry up cos I find you obscene
We cant wait for the day that youre never around
When that face isnt here and you rot underground
Cant believe you were once just like anyone else
Then you grew and became like the devil himself
Pray to god I can think of a nice thing to say
But I dont think I can so fuck you anyway

So fuck you anyway (Repeat x 11)

***

Ne volim januar ni bele zimske vragove.
U svakom snegu vidim iste tragove,
tragove malih stopa, broj trideset i ko zna,
kako polako odlaze.

Više ne prolazim ulicom Dositejevom
i nemam pojma kad neko pita gde je to.
Tih dvesta šest koraka dužinom tog sokaka
nikad ja nisam brojao.

Nisam te nikad èuvao,
nisam te nikada mazio, pazio.
Tvoju sam ljubav gazio,
svemu smišljao broj.

Nisam te nikad štedeo
i nisam umeo stati ni ostati.
Šta æe od mene postati,
mali anðele moj?

Ne gledam filmove iz ranih sedamdesetih,
dosta je suza i rastanaka nesretnih.
Ko takve stvari snima? Baš èudnog sveta ima,
tako se lako rasplaèu.

Nisam te nikad èuvao,
nisam te nikada mazio, pazio.
Tvoju sam ljubav gazio,
svemu smišljao broj.

Nisam te nikad štedeo
i nisam umeo stati ni ostati.
Šta æe od mene postati,
mali anðele moj?

***

EVANESCENCE "Where Will You Go"

You’re too important for anyone
You play the role of all you long to be
But I, I know who you really are
You’re the one who cries when you’re alone

[Chorus:]
But where will you go
With no one left to save you from yourself
You can’t escape
You can’t escape

You think that I can’t see right through your eyes
Scared to death to face reality
No one seems to hear your hidden cries
You’re left to face yourself alone

[Chorus:]
But where will you go (where will you go)
With no one left to save you from yourself
You can’t escape
The truth
I realize you’re afraid (I realize)
But you can’t abandon everyone
You can’t escape
You don’t want to escape

I’m so sick of speaking words that no one understands
Is it clear enough that you can’t live your whole life all alone?
I can hear you when you whisper
But you can’t even hear me screaming

[Chorus:]
Where will you go (where will you go)
With no one left to save you from yourself
You can’t escape
The truth
I realize you’re afraid (I realize)
But you can’t reject the whole world
You can’t escape
You won’t escape
You can’t escape
You don’t want to escape

Netac · Pristupio: 25 Jan 2008 Poruke: 130 Studijska grupa: ne studiram

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Ne volim januar ni bele zimske vragove.
U svakom snegu vidim iste tragove,
tragove malih stopa, broj trideset i ko zna,
kako polako odlaze.

Više ne prolazim ulicom Dositejevom
i nemam pojma kad neko pita gde je to.
Tih dvesta šest koraka dužinom tog sokaka
nikad ja nisam brojao.

Nisam te nikad èuvao,
nisam te nikada mazio, pazio.
Tvoju sam ljubav gazio,
svemu smišljao broj.

Nisam te nikad štedeo
i nisam umeo stati ni ostati.
Šta æe od mene postati,
mali anðele moj?

Ne gledam filmove iz ranih sedamdesetih,
dosta je suza i rastanaka nesretnih.
Ko takve stvari snima? Baš èudnog sveta ima,
tako se lako rasplaèu.

Nisam te nikad èuvao,
nisam te nikada mazio, pazio.
Tvoju sam ljubav gazio,
svemu smišljao broj.

Nisam te nikad štedeo
i nisam umeo stati ni ostati.
Šta æe od mene postati,
mali anðele moj?

Nisam u stanju da izdvojim nesto njegovo, ima mnogo tekstova koji mi se svidjaju previse..., mislim da bih zauzela jedno 7 strana Stid

Ali evo jednog od najdrazih...

Jednom su sadili lipu
stari Nestorov, gosn. Ceda i jos jedan...
Bio sam nov u tom stripu
komsijin mali kog' su pustili da gleda...
Stari Nestorov potpalivsi korov tad rece mi:
"Ti si mlad, ti ces dospeti za taj hlad..."

Jednom je prosla kraj mene
sa tipom kog' sam znao taman da se javim...
Skrila je pogled na vreme,
al' sasvim dovoljno za zur
u mojoj glavi...
Bezvezno "zdravo" i klimanje glavom
i sve što vec sleduje...
Neka, lutko, u redu je...

HEJ, SVE TO DODJE NA SVOJE
ODAVNO PRAVILA ZNAM
SAMO TUGE SE BROJE...
HEJ, OPET TORNJEVI TUKU NA SV.LUKU
JESEN JE KRIVA...UVEK ME RASTURI SIVA...

Jednom sam voleo zbilja
mislim na ljubav pravu, sasavu i silnu
Vozio hiljadu milja
k'o onaj ruzni Francuz
u prelepom filmu...
Vukle me sine pod tocak masine,
al' ona me spasila...
sve je druge ugasila...

Jednom su palili lisce
sa one lipe dim je lebdeo do neba...
Na kom su, nema ih vise-
stari Nestorov, gosn. Ceda i još jedan...
'ko nije drvo razumeo prvo,
pa tek onda sadio
taj nije nista uradio...
i shvatit ce kad-tad
da ne zna sta je hlad...

Tuluz · Pristupio: 31 Jan 2007 Poruke: 334 Studijska grupa: Filozofija

Netac ::

'ko nije drvo razumeo prvo,
pa tek onda sadio
taj nije nista uradio...
i shvatice kad-tad
da ne zna sta je hlad...

Ma Balasevic je faca! Inace zadnjih dana stalno slusam ovu Eleonoru:

Na bogojavljensku noć...
Peku se kesteni, lome se pogače, a venci smokava i praporci se pokače
U prednjoj sobi moga baće... To je već navike moć
Bez slova poziva, društvo se sastalo pod istom ikonom,
Za crnim švapskim astalom što pamti svadbe i daće
Redak sam gost u starom kraju...
Al' znam šta misle, i u snu
I oni mene kanda znaju... Jer čak ni pripiti ni da mi pomenu nju
Čudna je zverčica strast...
Od one ljubavi, zbog glupe svađice...
U buri ćutanja potonule su lađice
I minus na kraju salda?
Dal' grom odabira hrast?
Ili se to pak hrast munjama nametne?
Za to baš nemam reči bog zna kako pametne...
To je ta sudbina, valda?
Bila je moja zlatna šansa... A tek sam načeo svoj krug
Moj mali verni Sančo Pansa... Moja ljubavnica...
Saborac... I moj najbolji drug...
Oni ne pričaju o njoj... A ja se ne raspitkivam
Ukrstim politru i noć... I tu i tamo na taj krst se prikivam
Već me i Dunav pretiče... Moja me senka spotiče
Al' ništa mi se ne tiče... I malo šta me pomera i dotiče
Sem, možda, nje?
Kad đavo precepi špil...
Sve krene naopako, svale se vanglice, zadrema kum,
I nešto nisu ove "london štanglice"
Ko kadgod, u doba slavna?
Pogrešno uklopljen stil...
Kinesko posuđe, salvete heklane,
Model iz izloga a cipele od preklane
No, rizling sve to poravna...
Već me Dunav pretiče... Već me senka spotiče
Ništa me se ne tiče... Ništa me ne dotiče...
Nikad ne pričaju o njoj... A ja se ne raspitkivam
Ukrstim politru i noć... I tu i tamo na taj krst se prikivam
Već me i Dunav pretiče... Moja me senka spotiče
Al' ništa mi se ne tiče... I malo šta me pomera i dotiče
Sem, možda, nje?

ancha

Tuluz ::

Netac ::

'ko nije drvo razumeo prvo,
pa tek onda sadio
taj nije nista uradio...
i shvatice kad-tad
da ne zna sta je hlad...

Ma Balasevic je faca! Inace zadnjih dana stalno slusam ovu Eleonoru:

Na bogojavljensku noć...
Peku se kesteni, lome se pogače, a venci smokava i praporci se pokače
U prednjoj sobi moga baće... To je već navike moć
Bez slova poziva, društvo se sastalo pod istom ikonom,
Za crnim švapskim astalom što pamti svadbe i daće
Redak sam gost u starom kraju...
Al' znam šta misle, i u snu
I oni mene kanda znaju... Jer čak ni pripiti ni da mi pomenu nju
Čudna je zverčica strast...
Od one ljubavi, zbog glupe svađice...
U buri ćutanja potonule su lađice
I minus na kraju salda?
Dal' grom odabira hrast?
Ili se to pak hrast munjama nametne?
Za to baš nemam reči bog zna kako pametne...
To je ta sudbina, valda?
Bila je moja zlatna šansa... A tek sam načeo svoj krug
Moj mali verni Sančo Pansa... Moja ljubavnica...
Saborac... I moj najbolji drug...
Oni ne pričaju o njoj... A ja se ne raspitkivam
Ukrstim politru i noć... I tu i tamo na taj krst se prikivam
Već me i Dunav pretiče... Moja me senka spotiče
Al' ništa mi se ne tiče... I malo šta me pomera i dotiče
Sem, možda, nje?
Kad đavo precepi špil...
Sve krene naopako, svale se vanglice, zadrema kum,
I nešto nisu ove "london štanglice"
Ko kadgod, u doba slavna?
Pogrešno uklopljen stil...
Kinesko posuđe, salvete heklane,
Model iz izloga a cipele od preklane
No, rizling sve to poravna...
Već me Dunav pretiče... Već me senka spotiče
Ništa me se ne tiče... Ništa me ne dotiče...
Nikad ne pričaju o njoj... A ja se ne raspitkivam
Ukrstim politru i noć... I tu i tamo na taj krst se prikivam
Već me i Dunav pretiče... Moja me senka spotiče
Al' ništa mi se ne tiče... I malo šta me pomera i dotiče
Sem, možda, nje?

Diary Of Dreams - She And Her Darkness

My heart weights minimum a tone
An army's feet pounding on my head
Maybe I'll wake up one day to notice
that all my life was just a dream...

And maybe I'll be better off without you
You left me here with all my thoughts
I'd write a zillion words or walk a million miles
I'd sleep on broken glass just not to lose your smiles

I travel for you around the world
Collecting moments, o how absurd
To bring you beauty, to bring you joy
I wish I'd be a little boy

Where is that silence you primised me?
Why is that distance so close to me?
Why is your violence still hurting me?
Why are your eyes avoiding me?

Let me say thank you for all that you have given me.
Thank you for everything you've done.
Forgive me for saying one last thing:
I miss you and I hope you hear this song!

I travel for you around the world
Collecting moments, o how absurd
To bring you beauty, to bring you joy
I wish I'd be a little boy

I'm dying for you, can't you see?
I'm lying for you to be free!
I hunger for you, 'cause I can't eat!
I'd vanish for you in defeat!

Netac · Pristupio: 25 Jan 2008 Poruke: 130 Studijska grupa: ne studiram

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Bila je moja zlatna šansa... A tek sam načeo svoj krug
Moj mali verni Sančo Pansa... Moja ljubavnica...
Saborac... I moj najbolji drug...

ovo bih mogla zauvek da slusam...najlepsa ljubavna pesmica ikada Smajli

Stivens i saradnici · Moderator

Evo nešto što ponovo počeh da pevušim ovih dana:

She said "i'll throw myself away,
They're just photos after all"
I can't make you hang around.
I can't wash you off my skin.
Outside the frame, is what we're leaving out
You won't remember anyway
I can go with the flow
But don't say it doesn't matter anymore
I can go with the flow
Do you believe it in your head?
It's so safe to play along
Little soldiers in a row
Falling in and out of love
With something sweet to throw away.
But I want something good to die for
To make it beautiful to live.
I want a new mistake, lose is more than hesitate.
Do you believe it in your head?
I can go with the flow
But don't say it doesn't matter anymore
I can go with the flow
Do you believe it in your head?

QOTSA - Go With The Flow

Tuluz · Pristupio: 31 Jan 2007 Poruke: 334 Studijska grupa: Filozofija

Netac ::

ovo bih mogla zauvek da slusam...najlepsa ljubavna pesmica ikada Smajli

da, definitivno da Smajli

i jako mi je lepa, sa Ranog mraza, Pred zadnji sneg...

Kad zadnju brazdu zaorem
po tragu senke rodine
procvace zimske ruzice
po prvi put te godine

Naice studen atarom
kao regiment oklopni
i bicu samo mirna vlat
kad okopni

Ja nemam nigdi nikoga
al' moja prica prosta je
stogod ih manje zavoles
manje ti njih nedostaje

I nisam kadar svindlati
za sobom skele paliti
da silom steknem nekog
kom cu faliti

Znam, duso, obeco sam da te necu pominjati
bogarati i sudbinu proklinjati
u varos se preseliti
orcati i veselit
obeco sam srca teska
obeco sam, al' jebes ga

Kad zadnji cokot zagrnem
pod skute Svetog Damjana
u bokal bistre plemenke zapasce trunka tamjana

Strahovi mladi umiru
pricu sam kraju priveo
jos onda kada sam
i njih nadziveo

Znam, mila, obeco sam da cu makar
za bestiju
i da cu naci lepsu, bolju i vestiju
nemeskinju, gospodicnu
ni po cemu tebi slicnu
obeco sam srca teska
obeco sam, al' jebes ga

I utom pasce i zadnji sneg
preko svih prvih snegova
a perce andjela je teg
spram svih zemaljskih tegova

Spreman je Onaj varati
olovni kantar skovati
al' danas vise ne bih trebo psovati

HAL 9000 · Pristupio: 27 Feb 2008 Poruke: 92 Studijska grupa: ne studiram

U2 - Where The Streets Have No Name

I wanna run, I want to hide
I wanna tear down the walls
That hold me inside.
I wanna reach out
And touch the flame
Where the streets have no name.

I wanna feel sunlight on my face.
I see the dust-cloud
Disappear without a trace.
I wanna take shelter
From the poison rain
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name.

We're still building and burning down love
Burning down love.
And when I go there
I go there with you
(It's all I can do).

The city's a flood, and our love turns to rust.
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Trampled in dust.
I'll show you a place
High on a desert plain
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name.

We're still building and burning down love
Burning down love.
And when I go there
I go there with you
(It's all I can do).

Netac · Pristupio: 25 Jan 2008 Poruke: 130 Studijska grupa: ne studiram

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Ja nemam nigdi nikoga
al' moja prica prosta je
stogod ih manje zavoles
manje ti njih nedostaje

I nisam kadar svindlati
za sobom skele paliti
da silom steknem nekog
kom cu faliti

@Tuluz: Sad bih samo Balaseviceve stvari pisala, ali mislim da je vreme da prestanemo, ionako ih sve znamo napamet Kez

Mada, what the hell... ima jedan divota stihic..."Neko ruzno sanja, nekom su kosmar svitanja..."... Smajli

...

Ma®k穗 · Moderator

E j******e se zbog Balasevica!

Vrteli se toчkovi mog bicikla.
Gde god je stao taj rulet beše premija.

Smakla se o stepenik njena štikla.
Nekad su pogledi bili чista hemija.

Dobro je poчela nedelja,
poslednje pripreme za maturu.
Virili smo u daljine
puni nade.

Preko gimnazijskog bedema,
k'o pravi dekor za avanturu
prosuo je nežni purpur
divlji badem.

Poneli nas vetrovi k'o maslaчke.
Jedni su leteli lako, drugi padali.

I curice su postale prve maчke
a loši djaцi odjednom svetom vladali.

Sve mi je odliчno zvuчalo.
Dobro sam stajao tih sezona.
Ljuljale me oчi širom
promenade.

A nju sam sretao sluчajno,
uvek je s pogrešnim bila ona,
ali znao sam da sanja
onaj badem.

Stane sve u strofu-dve u baladi:
pustinja prošlih minuta i ova zrna sad.

I pred treћi refren veћ nismo mladi.
Ušla je nedavno sama u kafe "Petrograd".

Suviše tajni u oчima,
u zlati okov joj prstiћ pao.
Molio me dugi pogled
da je kradem.

Dovraga, kafa je gorчila,
al' taj sam ukus odnekud znao:
probao sam jednom davno
divlji badem.
Tuzan

Tuluz · Pristupio: 31 Jan 2007 Poruke: 334 Studijska grupa: Filozofija

Pa šta da radimo kad je faca! Kez

al evo, ja neću više...

Hobo Sapiens · Moderator

CAN - She Brings The Rain:

Yes, I care if she brings me spring,
But don’t care about nothing,
She brings the rain,
Oh yeah, she brings the rain.
In the dawn of the silvery day
Clouds seem to melt away,
She brings the rain,
Oh yeah, she brings the rain.

She brings the rain, it feels like spring,
Magic mushrooms out of dreams,
She brings the rain,
Oh yeah, she brings the rain.
So mellow yellow, grey disappears,
Flying on the raven’s wing,
She brings the rain,
Oh yeah, she brings the rain.
Yes I care, she brings me spring,
But don’t care about nothing,
She brings the rain,
Oh yeah, she brings the rain.
She brings the rain, it feels like spring,
Magic mushrooms out of things,
She brings the rain, it feels like spring,
She brings the rain, it feels like spring,
She brings the rain, it feels like spring,
She brings the rain.

In the dawn of the silvery day
Clouds seem to melt away,
She brings the rain,
Oh yeah, she brings the rain,
Oh yeah, she brings the rain,
Oh yeah, she brings the rain,
Oh yeah, she brings the rain.

Mnogo cool pesma! Kez

Netac · Pristupio: 25 Jan 2008 Poruke: 130 Studijska grupa: ne studiram

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Ma Balasevic je faca

Ima koncert u Madlenijanumu ( Zbun

30. marta, karte 2 500 i 3 000 dinara Wall

...rasprodate... Wall

Izvinjavam se zbog skretanja s teme o tekstovima, ali morala sam... Stid

Tuluz · Pristupio: 31 Jan 2007 Poruke: 334 Studijska grupa: Filozofija

eh... jos jedan koji cu propustiti... Tuzan

da ne bude complete off-topic, opet Balašević Stid

ali ova pesma me uvek pogodi i rastuži...

U pet i petnaest je zvonio sat,
jednoga jutra na kraju leta.
U šest i deset je kretao voz
s nekog perona na kraju sveta.
Mene je čekao taj voz...

Kraj mojih nogu je spavao pas,
rekoh mu tiho, "Hej, beži odatle".
Otvorih vrata, izađoh na trem
na kom su cvetale bele muškatle.
Pomislih, to je, možda, taj dom.

Nije me čula, mirno je snila
svoje lepeze i sveće i čipke.
Snila je dane, mirne i nežne,
k'o crno - bele klavirske tipke.

A u životu, sama na svetu,
u menuetu tražila spas.

Siđoh pred kuću, na prašnjavi put,
k'o neki lopov, polako i tiho.
Ja nisam bio taj vitez za nju,
mada mi govore da sam Don Kihot,
al' to je sasvim druga stvar.

Bila je zvezda, bila je pesma,
svaki dan druga, a večito ista.
Snila je dobra stara vremena,
i svog Šopena i Baha i Lista.

Možda će sama, u grubom svetu,
u menuetu naći svoj mir.

Od tad je prošao vek ili dva,
javi se retko ponekom kartom.
I ko zna gde je, ne želim da zna,
koliko čeznem za dalekim martom,
kad sam je sreo prvi put.

Bila je zvezda, bila je pesma,
svaki dan druga, a večito ista.
Snila je dobra stara vremena,
i svog Šopena i Baha i Lista.

A u životu, sama na svetu,
u menuetu tražila spas.

Još uvek lutam, gde je kraj puta?
Pamte me mnoge provincijske pruge.
Kriju me mračne, jeftine krčme,
noći su, ponekad, guste i duge.

Nestajem tada u nekom svom svetu,
i menuetu, i menuetu...