Đorđe Balašević
Michaelmas summer☀️
"She was in piano lessons until half past one...
Then she measured the city with her step...
And on the way I looked at the windows...
Sorry... My reflection in them...
In her hair, like a wreath, that minor cadence...
Little devil yes right then...
Along with "caffe Kibic" it slowly reaches...
Like the tide...
.. Secrets are there to be guessed...
There is a word that is only valid when it is silent...
The tea was pouring out to God... There was a glow everywhere...
One plane tree will remain golden...
Laughing, she tightly squeezes her handcuffs...
He does not tremble... It is only those withered leaves...
Blessed Michaelmas Summer...
One and the same for them...
And He wore aloud His Almost Eighteen...
They call him "You" more and more often...
You run away in your chest beats...
It beats in bronze strings...
A lucky jar in the pocket... Who is the coin and the well...
A lucky jar in the pocket... Who is the coin and the well...
A little devil to make everyone disappear...
And She bans him as a thief... And she spills her hair in his face...
Like a mediocre bum, a little gray... And old...
At the corner I stopped alone...
Not so good October...
And he thinks everything... In the "Russian mood"...
And then I realized, to my surprise... That I love you, who once...
Time just fanning the flames?
"Miholja summer" in me... That defiant sun before winter..."
This song came to my mind as an accompaniment to the last warm days... Enjoy!
Have a nice evening 🤗
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