Ankica - Đorđe Balašević

Kroz tanušnu maglu kao zejtin po staklu dan se razliva tih

Mislim sreda-četvrtak?

Il' već neki od njih

Najtiše što može, ko sa predstave loše, iskradam se iz sna

Iz ogledala viri jedan stariji ja A nad Novim Sadom vetar kinji oblake

Počinje još jedan dan bez nje

Drugari u frci, svu su dužni k’o Grci… Krupnih predloga par

Kad ono?

Sto marona do prvog im završava stvar

Na starom Trgu Slobode večna revija mode.

I srce trucka na tren

Neki plešući mantil?

Ne… nije njen

A nad Novim Sadom vetar konje propinje

Prolazi još jedan dan bez nje

Kod Lazice Puža je podnošljiva gužva… Katkad poduprem šank

I tako… stara garda iz kvarta još se loži na fank

I poturaju priče da sve curice liče kada je čaša pri dnu?

Pa dobro… Možda jedna na drugu, ali nikad na nju

A nad Novim Sadom vetar kači ordenje

Prolazi još jedan dan bez nje

I lelujam u centru kao fenjer na vetru… Jesen protresa skut

Ne vredi… Potrebno je bar dvoje da se ukrsti put

Zamrzavam sliku na poznatom liku, dok se šunjam u san

Da ne primete tamo da sam odsutan?

A nad Novim Sadom primirje

Prolazi još jedan dan bez nje

Through the thin mist like oil on the glass, the day spills quietly

I mean Wednesday-Thursday?

Or some of them already

As quietly as I can, whoever has a bad show, I sneak out of my sleep

An older self is peeking out of the mirror. And over Novi Sad, the wind is blowing clouds

Another day starts without her

Comrades in a hurry, they owe everything like the Greeks… Major proposals par

When that?

One hundred maroons to the first ends their thing

Eternal fashion show on the old Freedom Square.

And my heart beats for a moment

Some dancing coat?

It's not hers

And over Novi Sad, the wind blows the horses

Another day passes without her

Lazica Puža has a bearable crowd… Sometimes I support the bar

And so… the old guard from the neighborhood is still burning funk

And they tell stories that all the girls look like when the glass is at the bottom?

Well good… Maybe on top of each other, but never on her

And the wind blows medals over Novi Sad

Another day passes without her

And I swing in the center like a lantern in the wind… Autumn shakes my lap

It's not worth it… It takes at least two to cross the road

I freeze a picture on a familiar character while sneaking into a dream

Don't you notice I'm there?

And a truce over Novi Sad

Another day passes without her