Today is the day of remembrance of the deceased in some parts of Serbia.

I always feel vulnerable and crying!

For you who smile from above, through the playful mane of clouds and spill love on my hair.

Djordje Balasevic

When I leave

When i leave

when the devil escorts me down the main alley,

and when the moon covers my trail,

don't grieve

because once to every little dumb nightingale

fly to the threshold.

When i leave

when the wind blew the winter grades,

and when dead leaves

chase in kas

for the punishment of exile and tambourines

because of the wrong song at the wrong time.

Hey, be strong,

it is easiest to cry

It's just God

plays an autumn sonata

I dreamed of the door

in that dry gold

I'm afraid to pass

But I will pass.

I know, the lion is old,

don't spoil everything,

baptize only one saint

of St. John,

and don't keep it long

the ashes of those days ..

Once I leave, I'll go.

When i leave

when you put the first chrysanthemum in the window,

and when wild chestnuts crack,

do not light a lantern on the porch in vain

when the mists abducted me one fall.

Djordje Balasevic

Kad odem

Kad odem,
kad me djavo isprati glavnim sokakom,
i kad mesecina zaveje moj trag,
nemoj tugovati,
jer jednom svakom mali nemi slavuj
doleti na prag.

Kad odem,
kad zamumla vetar zimske ocenase,
i kad mrtvo lisce
potera u kas
za kaznu prognace i tamburase
zbog pogresne pesme u pogresan cas.

Hej, budi jaka ti,
najlakse je plakati
To nam samo Gospod
svira jesenju sonatu
Snio sam vrata
u tom suvom zlatu
Strah me da prodjem,
al' proci cu.

Znam, lav si stari ti,
nemoj sve pokvariti,
kresni samo jednu svecu
na Svetog Jovana,
i ne cuvaj dugo
pepeo tih dana..
Kad jednom odem, a poci cu.

Kad odem,
kad u prozor stavis prvu hrizantemu,
i kad popucaju divlji kesteni,
ne pali uzalud fenjer na tremu
kad me otmu magle jedne jeseni.