Ilona [English translation]

One summer, from the ends of the earth,

I was driving down a gray road.

I am a traveler, I live because of this.

She only raised that finger of hers

and I stopped (the car) and opened (the door) for her.

She was an angel, with one flaw - without wings, my dream, my

Ilona, I still remember your name,

happy and alone, all in fairy tales,

where is now Peter Pan, and all those boys?

Ilona, your picture is my icon.

And as soon as I get up, I wink at it

and always start the day this way.

I push my way well through a turbulent life

and although I live quite happily,

I have no one in particular

with whom I would be both happy and crazy

and so calm and confident everywhere,

I don't have anyone who would imagine and tell me all sorts of things all night like my

Ilona, I still remember your name,

happy and alone, all in fairy tales,

where is now Peter Pan, and Captain Hook?

Ilona, your picture is a kind of my little icon.

And as soon as I get up, I wink at it

and always start the day this way.

I'm a poor talker, I'm just not skilled at it,

but now words are coming by themselves.

Oh, life is writing a cruel drama:

I know some details, little things about her ,

but I don't know the address, phone number,

or something similar by which I could find out where she is exactly.

Ilona, I still remember your name,

happy and alone, all in fairy tales,

where is now Peter Pan, and all those boys?

Ilona, your picture is a kind of my little icon.

And as soon as I get up, I wink at it

and always start the day this way.

Pretty doll, good day...

• Artist:Đorđe Balašević
• Album:Pub (1982)