Računajte na nas

There is a gentleness that arrives before the first chord resolves — an acoustic guitar played with the unhurried confidence of someone who has decided tenderness is a form of courage. The song moves at the pace of a crowd gathered not in urgency but in shared belief, and that distinction matters enormously. Đorđe Balašević builds the track around a folk-pop foundation: strummed strings, a rhythm that feels collective rather than driven, vocals that sound less like a performance and more like a toast given among friends. The emotion is not nostalgia exactly, but something closer to earnest forward motion — a generation announcing itself without arrogance. The voice carries warmth and a slightly roughened edge, the kind that suggests the speaker has laughed more than he has rehearsed. Lyrically it speaks in the first-person plural, which is rare and moving — a young Yugoslavia claiming its place in the future with quiet pride. There is no irony here, which in retrospect makes it more piercing: this is what sincere collective hope sounds like before history complicates it. You reach for this song at the moment a group of people decides they are more than strangers — at the start of something, with all the uncertainty still ahead.