Tired beauties
... prom queens, some years later.... While this is not a shot that will take over Flickr by storm, give it a chance, open just a bit arger... There is certain translucence to it, almost gelatine print feel. Twisted, cruel reality...
They walk downtown
Tired beauties of my past
my sweet youth
Hiding wrinkles, fighting weight
Cruel time holds endless traps
The handsomest boys
young lions, rebels, revolutionists
now drive trucks, refill shelves,
hidden in scummy dives
When I think about it
It's all my fault
I should have moved away
I should have got lost
Leave and never return
Remember them as they were
I should have moved away
When I was 23
Djordje Balasevic, I should have moved away
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Prolaze gradom umorne bivse lepojke
iz moje slatke mladosti
skrivaju bore, s linijom se bore
vreme im smislja pakosti
Najbolji momci sa korzoa
mladi lavovi, mangupi, ugursuzi
sad su soferi, magacioneri
kriju ih mracni bircuzi
Kad o tome razmislim
ja sam kriv sto zivim s tim
morao sam da se odselim
da se davno izgubim
I da se nikad ne vratim
da ih onakve zapamtim
morao sam da se odselim
kad mi je bilo dva'es tri
I ja sam bio decko s gitarom, mali car
sasavi boem za sve njih
decko s gitarom, danas decko s honorarom
koji ga odvaja od svih...
Djordje Balasevic, Morao sam da se odselim