Ne volim januar [English translation]

I don't like January or the white devils of winter.

In every snowfall I see the same trails,

little footsteps in the size of thirtysomething,

As they slowly leave.

I no longer pass by the street of Dositej,

And I don't have a clue when someone asks where is it.

The 206 steps of that alley,

I have never counted.

I have never protected you,

I have never cuddled you, looked after you.

Stomped on your love,

Had a number for everything.

I never was easy on you,

And I never knew how to stop or stay.

What will be of me, my angel?

I don't watch the movies from the early seventies,

It's enough of tears and sorrowful goodbyes.

Who makes stuff like that? There sure is some weird folk,

They cry so easily.

I have never protected you,

I have never cuddled you, looked after you.

Stomped on your love,

Had a number for everything.

I never was easy on you,

And I never knew how to stop or stay.

What will be of me, my angel?

• Artist:Đorđe Balašević