Muhar (Serbian Cyrillic: Мухар) is an urban neighborhood of Belgrade, the capital of Serbia. It is located in the Belgrade municipality of Zemun.
Muhar is centered on the Branko Radičević Square. Geographically, it is a small, narrow valley between the hills (and neighborhoods) of Gardoš to the north and Ćukovac to the south, some of the oldest sections of Zemun. It forms a natural connection between the much larger Zemun neighborhoods of Donji Grad further south and Gornji Grad to the north.
Muhar was named after Ivan Muhar (1867–1966), one of the most famous merchants in pre-World War II Zemun. Starting as an apprentice, he later opened his own store in the square and, as the business grew, later built a mansion (kuća Ivana Muhara) which is one of Zemun's main landmarks. Subsequently, the entire area around the square became known as Muhar. Today, the square officially bears the name of Branko Radičević, a 19th-century Serbian Romanticist poet.
Muhar is one of Zemun's major crossroads. It marks the ending senction of Glavna street, Zemun's main street. Through the Karamatina and Njegoševa streets on the east it is connected to the Zemunski Kej, while on the north-west, through the streets of Cara Dušana and Dobanovačka, it extends into the neighborhood of Gornji Grad. However, Muhar is too narrow for such traffic capacity and is a regular place of traffic congestion, especially in the rush hours.
Some days are for number One, and I need some help
Gave a call to number two, (?but) she was ready to go out
You learn something new everday, or so I've been told.
Don't lose your temper, but I forget things as I grow
old.
Never fall in love, if you can't hold it down.
All the goodness you gave out, will surely come back
reound.
And time goes so fast.
Tears, wont last.
Don't worry and never fear, cos it will be okay.
Stand proud with your shoulders back and they will listen
to what you say.
Then loyalty came and sat me down, to see if I was fine.
I asked, 'Please could you stick around', but it didn't
have the time.
And time goes so fast.
Tears, wont last.
Sometimes I think all I learnt, is always be yourself.
And I think of all the days, when I wish I was someone
else.
And time goes so fast.
Tears, wont last.