Ostaje mi to što se volimo [English translation]

My friend from childhood

lives happily in a village,

Just like in a Russian novel

He has a wife and son,

He has a cellar full of wine

and everything is stable for him

Recently,

I see less and less of him

Usually only when he's celebrating something

He isn't angry because of that

He offers his hand and says "you haven't been by lately"

Ref.

Chorus.

And we remember the days

When we were still

wild like fast deer

And we were all close to truth and sadness

because we were close to the last litre

I ask him if he knows

that you left, that you left

oh, that's not so bad, he says,

She had another, you know

I ask him if he knows

that we love each other, that we still love each other

oh, you're so silly, he says

sometimes you're just a brat

My friend from childhood

looks at life stingingly,

Look at the sky and the earth, well, he's right.

I'm a damned poet

Who stands in teh rain,

Who lies and loves

But we were taught in the same hard school of life

We are sometimes far away,

But that's humanity

Everyone carries in themselves

their little Gods

Whom they pray to in secret

And that's why I return to the story some times,

of when we were fast deer,

And we were all close to truth and sorrow

because we were close to the last litre

I ask him what should I do now,

That you've left, that you've left

well, be a rascal, he says

there's plenty like her

I ask him if he knows

that we still love each other, that we still love each other

what nonesense, he mumbles

have another glass of beer, my old friend

My friend from childhood got married green,

But he was lucky, I'm not as you can see

I loved differently,

something completely empty, something completely strange

And it all seems to me,

That there's no way

to explain you to him, the one reason

I'm drowning the world in wine,

Because in a cup everything can be strange

Ref.

I ask him if he knows

That it's not important why you left

an adventure, he says

What remains of you now

it remains for me

that we loved each other, that we loved each other

maybe it's just the wine, he says

but all this becomes funny

• Artist:Đorđe Balašević
• Album:Odlazi cirkus (1980)