Prolaze gradom umorne bivše lepojke
Tired former beautiful girls pass through the city
Iz moje slatke mladosti.
From my sweet youth.
Skrivaju bore, s linijom se bore,
They hide wrinkles, they fight with weight loss,
Vreme im smišlja pakosti.
Time invents evil traps for them
Najbolji momci sa korzoa, mladi lavovi,
The best guys from the promenade, young lions,
Mangupi, ugursuzi,
Rowdy, good-for-nothing boys,
Sad su šoferi, magacioneri,
Now they are drivers, storekeepers,
Kriju ih mračni bircuzi.
They are hidden in dark taverns.
Kad o tome razmislim,
When I think about it,
Ja sam kriv što živim s tim.
It's my fault I live with it.
Morao sam da se odselim,
I had to move out,
Da se davno izgubim.
To get lost a long time ago.
I da se nikad ne vratim,
And never to come back,
Da ih onakve zapamtim.
To remember them like they were.
Morao sam da se odselim
I had to move out
Kad mi je bilo dvaestri.
When I was twenty.
I ja sam bio dečko s gitarom, mali car,
And for them, I was a guy with a guitar,
šašavi boem za sve njih.
a little tsar, crazy bohemian.
Dečko s gitarom, danas dečko s honorarom
A boy with a guitar, today a boy with earnings
Koji ga odvaja od svih.
Which separate him from everyone.
I kad o tome razmislim,
And when I think about it,
Ja sam kriv što živim s tim.
It's my fault I live with it.
Morao sam da se odselim,
I had to move out,
I da se davno izgubim.
And to get lost a long time ago.
I da se nikad ne vratim,
And never to come back,
Da me onakvog pamte svi.
To remember them like they were.
Morao sam da se odselim
I had to move out
Kad mi je bilo dvaestri.
When I was twenty.