Ne Volim Januar - Đorđe Balašević

Ne volim januar, ni bele zimske vragove

U svakom snegu vidim iste tragove

Tragove malih stopa, broj trideset i ko zna

Kako polako odlaze

Više ne prolazim ulicom Dositejevom

I nemam pojma kad` neko pita gde je to

Tih dvesta šest koraka dužinom tog sokaka

Nikad ja nisam brojao

Nisam te nikad` čuvao

Nisam te nikada mazio, pazio

Tvoju sam ljubav gazio

Svemu smišljao broj

Nisam te nikad štedeo

I nisam umeo stati ni ostati

Šta će od mene postati

Mali anđele moj

Ne gledam filmove iz ranih sedamdesetih

Dosta je suza i rastanaka nesretnih

Ko takve stvari snima?

Baš čudnog sveta ima

Tako se lako rasplaču

Nisam te nikad` čuvao

Nisam te nikada mazio, pazio

Tvoju sam ljubav gazio

Svemu smišljao broj

Nisam te nikad štedeo

I nisam umeo stati ni ostati

Šta će od mene postati

Mali anđele moj

I don't like January, or white winter devils

I see the same traces in every snow

Traces of small feet, number thirty and who knows

How slowly they leave

I don't walk down Dositejeva Street anymore

And I have no idea when someone asks where it is

Those two hundred and six steps along that alley

I never counted

I never took care of you

I never caressed you, I cared

I trampled on your love

He made up a number for everything

I never spared you

And I couldn't stop or stay

What will become of me

My little angel

I don’t watch movies from the early seventies

Enough of the tears and partings of the unfortunate

Who records such things?

There is a very strange world

They cry so easily

I never took care of you

I never caressed you, I cared

I trampled on your love

He made up a number for everything

I never spared you

And I couldn't stop or stay

What will become of me

My little angel