Ringišpil [English translation]

It has been pouring since 4-5 this morning,

As the heaven has decided to flood the world

The same coulisses above the city for days

The rain is pouring, but that’s what it does

Yet, for me everything is flat just like northern Banat,

More or less, with or without the rain

The time drags on like a cargo train,

Where should I go tonight?

Like always: “Waiter, un cafe' macchiatto". Of course...

The time goes by, but that’s in its manner

And all of it is as shallow as a plate

Damn picture, no sail on horizon.

Oh come on, turn that Merry-go-round in my head

No one can do it, just you.

Without you, the wooden horses sadly stand in place.

Come, appear from the blue bottle

Grant me at least one wish

And add some color to the world, my little miracle.

The night swings like an over-ripe kernel

Hard times, but I am even a harder man

Gravitation takes its toll in no time.

I am a poor player for the Saturday crowd

But I can a bit understand those mobile sponges

For those drunk it is easier to serve the sentence called “life”.

I’m getting tired, I’m giving up, it presses me like a flat-iron

Call me, show up, add a bit of coveys to the world.

You used to surprise me, but today, oh, you would fit so good

Add a little madness, add some music-box to the world.

• Artist:Đorđe Balašević