Djordje Balasevic – Za trecu smenu

Vidis li gde sam to sad, u kom sam dobu?
Cudne mi ptice, da znas, snovima jezde.
Jer, jos sam suvise mlad da mislim o grobu,
a vec sam suvise star da brojim zvezde…

Cujes tisinu, taj zvuk? Prolazi vreme.
Zuji i preti kroz noc, drhti k’o kobra.
Nemoj da nacinjes sad ozbiljne teme,
dodji, skupi se tu i budi dobra…

Pa naspi jos jednu, za vecite krivce,
za balansere,
ne boj se, imam ja prilican cug.
Naspi jos jednu, za umorne livce,
za proletere,
veceras treca smena vraca tudji dug…

Skoro ce svanuti dan, jos jedan praznik.
Svi su ti plavi k’o san, svi su ti isti.
Budis se retko u sest, samo po kazni,
kad moras negde na put ili na ispit…

Pa naspi jos jednu…

Ponekad tragam i ja, za zlatnim runom.
Mozda cu sanjati dim, vatru i celik.
Nisi ti kriva za to, ma volim te puno.
Hajde sad, daj mi pred san poljubac velik…

Pa naspi jos jednu…

Pa naspi jos jednu, za vecite krivce,
za balansere,
naspi jos jednu za moje drugare.

Naspi jos jednu, za umorne livce,
za proletere, naspi jos jednu za trecu smenu…

English Translation

For The Third Shift

Do you see where I’m now, which era I’m in?
You should know that weird birds fly through my dreams
Because, I’m still too young to think about the grave
but I’m already too old to count the stars…

Do you hear the silence, the sound? Time is passing.
Buzzing and threatening through the night, shivering like cobra
Don’t start serious talks now
come, curl up here and be good…

Then pour one more, for those eternally guilty
for the balancers,
don’t be scared I can drink quite a lot
Pour one more, for the tired casters
for the proletarians
Tonight the third shift pays back someone else’s debt…

Soon, a new day will dawn, another holiday
They all look blue to you like a dream, everybody looks the same to you
You rarely wake up at six, only when you’re in detention
when you have to travel somewhere or when you have an exam…

Well, pour one more…

Sometimes I also search for golden fleece.
Maybe I’ll dream of smoke, fire and steel
That is not your fault, well I love you a lot
Come on now, give me a big goodnight kiss…

Then pour one more

Then pour one more, for those eternally guilty
for the balancers,
pour one more for my buddies

Pour one more, for the tired casters
for the proletarians, pour one more for the third shift…

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