my rooster, my soul

A song about a rooster,

I've had a dreadful ****, he was a real devil
In the rain and the wind, he always stood straight
The feathers flew in village, terrible uproar hoisted
In our house, always, there was some good eggs.

I've had a dreadful ****, he was a real lunatic
When he pecks a hen, like he pecked a branch
And hens, the silly birds, their heart always on fire
for some ruffian who pecks well.

For him, the hens weren't only the cute ones
No, that one jumped on gooses and on ducks.

Even on girls, wherever there was a chance
The principe is same. Everything else was nuance.

I've had a dreadful ****, he was kind of weird
At the day somehow sleepy, but at night always awake.
Little girls from my village heard for that boy
Cause of the **** even I had the reputation.

For him they weren't...

I've had a dreadful ****, he was a champion.
Cocks are weird today, every hair is buggering them
I wouldn't know the reason, today are the different days
Anyways, to the **** of mine, they are all fishes!

I'm 65, the fall is coming
My gang is traveling and I'm waiting on my turn.

These old days wouldn't be that bad
If I could hear a ****, at least once in a month.

Listen to an advice from the old man:
When you have young ****, do not let him suffer
Let him fly, let the hens see him.
Later it will be to late, and **** has it's own time.

Đorđe Balašević

My daughter holds my pet who was my soul. I wish I had written this song but I did not. Đorđe Balašević wrote but as if I wrote it so much I like it. It was my dangerous rooster
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