Lyrics of Ankica - Đorđe Balašević

Ankica (original)

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

(translation)

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