Nemam nista sa tim [English translation]

She used to like blues

Her idol, his name was Peter Green

And I, there by mere accident

Completely alien to the scene.

She'd always look at her watch

And as soon as the hands on it met

Like a kid, she'd whisper to me

That someone, somewhere's thinking of her

In her room was a small cache of sin

Like a rainbow, bridging daftness below

Lots of books of some Czech defector

And some sports journals, if a guest comes along

Anyway, all shall pass, but the blues stays behind

The colors all dissolve when it comes on the radio

The metronome murders me, what's that clock doing here?

1:05, someone's thinking of her

Somewhere in me is a glitch

And a dark, nibbling me like a mouse

And I'm all like that glass-bowl-thing

In which it snows when you tumble it.

In this room, the balance is simple

A table, a bed, and a switch for the light

Below the price, the esteemed guest is urged

Not to forget the key before checking out

Anyway, all shall pass, but the blues stays behind

The colors all dissolve when it comes on the radio

The metronome murders me, what's that clock doing here?

1:05, someone's thinking of her

She used to like blues

Oh yes, the lucid Peter Green

And me, oh I used to love her

And blues... What? Blues?

Nothing to do with me.

• Artist:Đorđe Balašević