Maskara
Magazin · Other Songs - Magazin
i tumaram gradom
jos da moram na posao
ma mislim stvarno
izguzvana ja se smjeskam
hodam damski i bez srama
Cestitam ti, od sinoc si
meni omiljeni
prijatelj sa povlasticom
onu drugu smijeni
bolje tako, da bez obaveza
guramo polako
Ref.
Jos od sinoc maskara
opet nisam spavala
sifra - nista ljubav
nista nesto ozbiljno i slicno
tako nam je odlicno
Znam ja to, brzo ucim gradivo
samo se ne hvali
nemoj biti Radio Mileva
sve u tiho i diskretno
jer inace ima da te nema
o, ima da te nema
Sinoc sam te otela
iz guzve nekog kluba
ljepse mirise mi boric
tvoja stara buba
ispod tvoga sica
ostala mi zlatna narukvica
Ref. 2x
Maskara
The morning after is usually framed as regret in pop, but this narrator gets up at seven, straightens her posture and treats the previous night’s arrangement as a practical success. The relationship has been renamed “friends with benefits,” with the rules laid out almost like a private contract: no declarations, no seriousness, and above all no gossip. Mascara becomes both residue and evidence—she has not slept, but is still performing composure on the walk home.
The song’s humor comes from the mismatch between that breezy policy and the care with which the narrator manages appearances. She insists the arrangement is excellent, then warns her partner not to tell anyone, as though discretion could keep feeling from entering the room. Magazin’s long career in Croatian pop provides a broader context for the song’s polished, conversational persona, but I found no substantial independent criticism of this specific track. The entry itself does not document its release or chart history, so those claims are left aside. What makes the lyric lively is its self-presentation: the speaker may be trying to keep the encounter casual, but the detailed instructions show how much she wants to control the story that follows.
Magazin’s long-standing place in Croatian pop provides a useful context for this kind of polished, conversational relationship song: direct hooks and memorable everyday phrases can make a private arrangement feel immediately legible. The lyric also draws on contemporary English-language shorthand—“friends with benefits”—while anchoring the scene in a recognizable morning-after routine. Without production credits, that context should not be mistaken for a claim about the track’s exact sound or era. The interesting tension is between pop’s promise of easy singalong clarity and the narrator’s effort to keep a messy emotional situation under strict control. Her rules are crisp; the behavior behind them is not.

