Paroles et traduction Đorđe Balašević - Ankica

Ankica

Kroz tanušnu maglu kao zejtin po staklu
Dan se razliva tih
Mislim sreda-ćetvrtak? Il' več neki od njih
Najtiše što može, ko sa predstave loše jskradam 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 većna revija mode

I srce štrucka 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
A stara garda iz kvarta još se loži na fank
I poturaju priče da sve curice liće
Kad je ćaša pri dnu?
Pa dobro
Možda jedna na drugu, ali nikad na nju
A nad Novim Sadom vetar kaći 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

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Through the pale mist as if olive oil over glass
The day quietly trickles
I think Wednesday-Thursday? Or some other one of them
As quietly as I possibly can, like I'm creeping out of a bad show, I steal out of my dream
An older me stares back from the mirror
And over Novi Sad the wind teasingly nudges the clouds

Another day without her begins

Friends laughing, they all owe money like Greeks
A pair of large plans
Then what? The first thing they do is finish their marona
On old Trg Slobode, eternal fashion show

And my heart skips a beat
A dancing mantilla?
No... it's not her
And over Novi Sad the wind rears horses
Another day without her passes by

At Lazica Puža the crush is bearable
Sometimes I lean on the counter
And so it is
And the old guard from the neighborhood still feast on funk
And they bring up stories that all the girls are alike
When I'm at the bottom of my cup?
Well good
Maybe all girls are alike, but they're never like her
And over Novi Sad the wind rocks the orders
Another day without her passes by

And I sway in the center like a lantern in the wind
Autumn shakes its skirt
It's no use
It takes at least two to cross paths
I freeze the image of a familiar face
While I slink back to sleep
So they don't notice there that I am absent
And over Novi Sad a truce
Another day without her passes by