Dan posle ponedeljka [English translation]

With a look she gave me the permission to kill her boredom

I was somewhere outside the planet, alone in deep off-side

In a blink we were deep in conversation about the sweet wine of youth

It turned out that we spilled far more than we drank

She played the same old movie, just in her own director's cut

Oh, where were you in previous Aprils, while I was still fresher

She bored me to death with India, rattled like a wooden slipper1

Everything was legal until the dawn burst in through the window

Another Tuesday, no, I can't take it

That day is bad luck, isn't it enough that it's autumn?

I hate Tuesdays - full stop

Another Tuesday sways like a lily

She said, formally, "How can I go with you when you're drunk

And not really freshly shaved?"

She chose a light dress, the kind that's worn on Sundays

Splashed some Trésor on her negligee, but it didn't help much

The rain kept droning on all night, and the lying came to its end

And there was no sheikh, and no playboy, nobody but me available

Another Tuesdays catches me in the act

Gunpowder on the pillow and fingerprints on a foreign body

Bitter are Tuesdays, but always:

Another Tuesday, why am I not running, am I chained?

I told her, normally, "How could I go with you if I was sober?

When sober, I'm so ordinary."

La, la, la ...

1. A reference to the classic song Ne klepeći nanulama

• Artist:Đorđe Balašević
• Album:Jedan od onih života