Setnjica blues

Luka Bulic · Other Songs - Luka Bulic

U setnjicu kada podjem ja
u ova vremena adventska
na svaki metar, dva hrpetina standova
standova s likom Bozica

Sjedim s cicom, sretnem Brajkija
pa se drmne pet, sest rakija
dobra rakija, popijem je cak i ja
takva vam je setnja adventska

Brige zaboravim na tren
svaki trg je divno osvijetljen
sretan sam zbog sveg'
e, jos kad bi pao snijeg
bas u ove dane adventske

Mjesec dana Bozic potraje
neki kazu, stvarno dosta je
tu nisam suglasan
pobornik sam onog sna

Setnjica blues

Advent is supposed to be a peaceful walk, but the narrator finds a market stall every few meters, runs into friends, and ends up counting rakija shots while waiting for snow. The “blues” is less a complaint about sadness than a comic portrait of holiday routine: crowded streets, familiar company, bright squares and one missing ingredient that would make the scene feel complete.

The lyric’s affectionate detail keeps the satire from becoming cynical. The narrator complains about the commercialization of the walk, then enjoys the very social rituals that make it crowded. That contradiction is the song’s point: people can resent the stalls and still return every year for the atmosphere. The entry does not specify a particular Advent market or release date, and no independent review of the song was located. Bulić’s little seasonal portrait works because it sounds like a conversation among friends rather than an indictment of the holiday itself. The final wish for snow is almost beside the point; the real winter ritual is meeting someone and staying longer than planned.

The title’s “blues” is less a claim about a musical form than a mood applied to a seasonal city walk. The lyric’s comic structure moves through familiar Advent rituals—stalls, friends, rakija, lights—and keeps returning to the one missing image of snow. That pattern makes the song a small piece of urban holiday writing: it is both tired of the crowds and attached to the conviviality they create. The refrain’s bluesy self-description is deliberately affectionate, suggesting that the narrator’s complaint is part of the pleasure of returning to the same ritual each year.