Текст и перевод песни Đorđe Balašević - Ankica (Jos jedan dan bez nje)

Ankica (Jos jedan dan bez nje)

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, svi su dužni ko Grci, krupnih predloga par
Kad ono sto marona do prvog im završava stvar
Na starom Trgu Slobode večna 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 proturaju priče da sve curice liče kad 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

Ankica (Another Day Without Her)

Through a fine mist like olive oil flowing over glass, the day unfolds silently
Is it Wednesday or Thursday, or some other day like them?
As softly as I can, like a bad actor leaving the stage, I sneak out of sleep
Out of the mirror stares a man a little older
And over Novi Sad, the wind teases the clouds
Another day without her begins
Friends in trouble, all indebted like the Greeks, a few thousand proposals
But their whole operation is finished after the first sip of wine
In the old Liberty Square, an eternal fashion show and my heart skips a beat
A dancing mantilla, no, it's not hers
And over Novi Sad, the wind rears its horses
Another day without her passes
At Lazica Puža's, the crowd is bearable, sometimes I lean against the bar
And so, the old guard from the neighborhood still struts around, showing off
And they spin tales that all girls are alike when the glass is at the bottom
Well, maybe one is like another, but never like her
And over Novi Sad, the wind hangs decorations
Another day without her passes
And I sway in the center like a lantern in the wind, autumn shakes its skirt
It's no use, you need at least two for paths to cross
I freeze the image on a familiar face as I sneak into a dream
So that they won't notice I'm not there
And over Novi Sad, a truce
Another day without her passes