Djordje Balasevic - Olivera
Na pragu svojih dvadesetih 
 bio sam laka roba, 
 bile su moderne barabe onih dana. 
 Ne elim svega ni da se setim, 
 hteo sam, eto, sve da probam, 
 zvalo me zabranjeno voæe s raznih grana. 
 Sad alim, da, 
 al' ta sam znao ja? 
 Ti si bila jo devojèica. 
 Leteo je kao leptir tvoj èuperak. 
 Drugi bi sve 
 imalo smisao, 
 drukèije bih ivot disao 
 da sam znao da postoji Olivera. 
 Moda sam a da nisam znao 
 pred isti izlog s tobom stao, 
 moda smo zajedno iz voza negde sili? 
 Moda si sasvim blizu bila, Djordje Balasevic - Olivera - http://motolyrics.com/djordje-balasevic/olivera-lyrics-english-translation.html
 ulicom mojom prolazila 
 i moda smo se na trenutak mimoili? 
 Sad alim, da, 
 al' ta sam znao ja? 
 Ti si bila jo devojèica, 
 daleko od oga oka i mog pera. 
 Drugi bi sve 
 imalo smisao, 
 ne bih svakoj pesme pisao 
 da sam znao da postoji Olivera. 
 Drugi bi sve 
 imalo smisao, 
 ja bih iz te guve zbrisao 
 i nikom ne bi bilo jasno ta ja to smeram. 
 Znao bih gde 
 da sebi naðem mir, 
 skrio se u tajni manastir 
 i èekao da ti odraste Olivera.
Djordje Balasevic - Olivera (English translation)
On the threshold of my twenties
 I was easy to get
 there were modern vagabonds of that days
I don't even want to remember all of that
 You know, i wanted to try everything
 forbidden fruit called me from all kinds of branches..
Yes, now i regret,
 but what did i knew then?
 you were just a little girl
 your tuft was flying on the wind like a butterfly..
Everything would have some differrent meaning
 i would breathe life much differently
 if i knew you exist my Olivera
Maybe i stood in front of same shop window
 with you, not knowing that..
 Maybe we got out from the same train together not knowing that?
Maybe you were so close to meDjordje Balasevic - Olivera - http://motolyrics.com/djordje-balasevic/olivera-lyrics-english-translation.html
 passed by through my street..
 and maybe we pass over next to each other on the momment..
 who knows?
Yes, now i regret,
 but what did i knew then?
 you were just a little girl..
 away from my eyes, and my pen
Everything would have some differrent meaning
 I would not write songs to every girl i know..
 if i just knew you exist my olivera
Everything would have some differrent meaning
 i would steal you from the crowd
 and no one would know what i am up to..
I would know where i can find my peace
 i would hide in the secret monastery
 and wait for you to grow up..
