Al' se nekad dobro jelo [English translation]

There is not more, good World

That beautiful '65

When we were on a chandler

At our old best man's

The train slid like a sleigh

But we made it to Palanka

Northern winds blew cold

Well who wouldn't be hungry

And once we arrived

The best man called his wife

Sido, set the table, God bless you

Our best woman made us

For lunch PAPRIKAS

And pastries, cutlets

And a few SARAMS for each person

White meat instead of bread

A whole tub of princess puffs

Dried plums and wheat

And noodles with poppy seeds

Eh, when I just remember

Did we once eat, for real

Till dinner the time is short

For quince cheese and sweets

To refuse, that wasn't worth it

That the best woman not be offended

Our best man Pera, graduated as an Agronomist

Word of this, word about that

All with wine, Porto-gizer

That sips slide by themselves

Just as we were getting hungry we hear

Sido, dinner, God bless you

At once at the brown table

Tomato sauce, steamed potatoes

Dry sausage, like promincle

Chicken thigh for everyone

And a turkey on PODVARAK is usual

Where is the turkey, there is pork

Then cakes, different kinds

and noodles with poppy seeds

Eh, when I just remember

But we once at well, for real

Snow fell bu the shore

We sat till before dawn

The grandma said, where is that coat

It is a working day, let's hit the road

But best man Pera immediately jumped

What do my eyes see

Sido, do not give anyone their coat

First FRUSTUK then the road

The worthy best woman doesn't sleep

She doesn't listen to the first rooster

She is faster than a rocket

She brings hot slices of bread

Feferonni peppers, fresh CVARKE

She prepares fast ham, horseradish

And aspic for everyone

We as them till when

Wait, they say, more SNENOKLE

And SUFNUDLE and grits strudel

And noodles with poppy seeds

Hey when I only remember

But we once ate well

And then, an hour and a quarter

As long as the train went we did not eat

And when we arrived at the stop, right away

We bought BUREK, nice and fresh

Greasy, like that for us all

The butter dripped down our beards

And after that we finish one pan of SAMPITA

And a crate of beers

Warm and black

• Artist:Đorđe Balašević