Текст и перевод песни Đorđe Balašević - Dan posle ponedeljka

Dan posle ponedeljka

Pogledom je dala punomoć da joj utučem dosadu
Bio sam negde vis-a-vis planete, sam u dubokom ofsajdu
O slatkom vinu mladosti začas smo priču sklopili
Ispade da smo prosuli daleko više neg što smo popili
Vrtela je isti stari film, samo u svojoj režiji
Eh, gde si bila prethodnih aprila, dok sam još bio svežiji
Udavila me Indijom, klepetala ko nanula
No sve je bilo legalno dok nije zora na prozor banula
Još jedan utorak, ne, to ne mogu da podnesem
Taj dan je baksuzan, zar nije dosta što je jesen
Utorke mrzim i tačka
Još jedan utorak koji se ljulja kao ljiljan
Rekla je formalno: Kako ću s tobom kad si pijan
I ne baš sveže obrijan
Birala je tanku haljinu kakve se nose nedeljom
Špricnula Treason na svoj kombinezon, al nije puno vredelo
Kiša je rondala svu noć, i dođe konac laganju
I nigde šeik ni playboy, nikog sem mene na raspolaganju
Još jedan utorak koji me zatiče na delu
Barut na jastuku, i otisci na stranom telu
Gorki su utorki, al uvek
Još jedan utorak, što ja ne bežim zar sam vezan
Rekoh joj normalno: Kako bih s tobom da sam trezan
Trezan sam tako bezvezan

The Day After Monday

With a glance, she gave me full authority to bore her
I was somewhere out in deep space, offside and alone
We quickly got to talking about the sweet wine of youth
It turned out we had spilled far more than we had drunk
She played the same old film, only with her own direction
Oh, where had you been in previous Aprils, when I was still fresh
She drowned me in India, chattered like a magpie
But it was all legal until dawn broke through the window
Another Tuesday, no, I can't stand it
That day is cursed, isn't it enough that it's autumn
I hate Tuesdays, period
Another Tuesday that sways like a lily
She said formally: How can I be with you when you're drunk
And not exactly freshly shaved
She chose a thin dress like the ones they wear on Sundays
She sprayed Treason on her jumpsuit, but it didn't do much good
The rain danced all night, and the lies came to an end
And nowhere a sheik or a playboy, no one but me at her disposal
Another Tuesday that catches me in the act
Gunpowder on the pillow, and prints on a strange body
Tuesdays are bitter, but always
Another Tuesday, why don't I run away, am I tied up
I told her normally: How could I be with you if I were sober
Sober, I'm so boring