Anđela - Đorđe Balašević

Moja je draga veštica… O tom ni reči nikome

Na zidu ispod ikone šara srca i slova

Ume sa retkim travkama… Munđari tajno s čavkama

U san dozove dobre trolov… I uvek osvane nova

Kada prođe ribljom pijacom svi šapću:

Evo je… Biće nevolje

Ali blenu kao pijani njenom podsuknjom omađijani

Moja je draga najbolja… Anđeo dobrog naboja

Prošek u nedra prolije… I eto ti čarolije

Druge mi za čas posade bezbojnu ružu dosade

Držimo palce Vrag i ja da potraje ta magija

Moja je draga veštica… Uvrača trista prepreka

Odavde do Bečkereka… I oko čarde kod Zablja

Kad se na putu zadržim… Paprenu čorbu zapržim

Munja se nebom razmaše… kao zlatna sablja

I samo baja, i na pertle mi vezuje čvorove… Sto sve govore

Al' dok mirno spava pošten svet… Dugo se mirimo…

To je tek vatromet

She is my dear witch… Don't tell anyone about that

On the wall below the icon are patterns of hearts and letters

Ume with rare grasses… Mundjari secretly with jackdaws

He dreams of a good troll san And always wins a new one

When he passes the fish market, everyone whispers:

Here it is… There will be trouble

But they stare like drunks enchanted by her petticoat

My darling is the best… Angel of good charge

Prosecco in the bosom spills… And here's the magic

The others bored me with a colorless rose in an hour

We keep our fingers crossed for the Devil and me to last that magic

She is my dear witch… She removes three hundred obstacles

From here to Beckerek… And around the chard near Zablja

When I stay on the road… I fry pepper soup

Lightning spread across the sky… like a golden sword

And only baja, and ties knots on my shoelaces… What they say

But while the honest world sleeps peacefully… We have been reconciling for a long time…

It's just fireworks