Jabuka (Cyrillic: Јабука) is a village situated in the Pančevo municipality, in the South Banat District, Vojvodina province, Serbia. The village has a Serb ethnic majority but is home to the largest ethnic Macedonian population in Serbia by percentage. Jabuka's population as of the 2002 census is 6,312.
The name Jabuka means "apple" in Serbian. The Hungarian and German names for the village have same meaning. In Serbian, the village is known as Jabuka (Јабука), in Macedonian as Јабука, in Hungarian as Torontálalmás (Alma means "apple" in Hungarian) and in German as Jabuka or Apfeldorf ("Apple village"). The German population called the village Jabuka, named after a former destroyed village founded by Serb fishermen; it was named Apfeldorf when the German army occupied the area in World War II.
In prehistoric times, there was a human settlement at this location. Development of this settlement was divided into two time periods, one belonging to the prehistoric culture of Vinča, and another to the prehistoric culture of Starčevo. First written records about this settlement are dating from year 1385 during the administration of the Kingdom of Hungary. At the end of the 16th century the area of the south-western Banat near the Danube was made of swamps and forests. Except the towns of Pančevo and Kovin there were no other settlements.
Jabuka (Serbian Cyrillic: Јабука) is a mountain and plateau on the border between Serbia and Montenegro, between towns of Prijepolje and Pljevlja. Its highest peak Slatina has an elevation of 1,412 meters above sea level.
Jabuka (Foča) is a village in the municipality of Foča-Ustikolina, Bosnia and Herzegovina.
The word jabuka means apple in Bosnian.
Silver cans and bronze coloured dirt
Silver cans and bronze coloured dirt
Things ain't so soon near the parking lot moon
Silver cans and bronze coloured dirt
She said let's call it quit
Let's not call it the end of the world
Call it what you will, I'm heartbroken still
Words are just words
Road salt on I 95
Road salt on I 95
Forget what your told, it's bound to get cold
Road salt on I 95
I call today a disaster
She calls it December the 3rd
Call it what you will, I'm heartbroken still
Words are just words
On a brief and star stricken night
On a brief and star stricken night
I called her name on the road from Spokane
On a brief and star stricken night
I hear a blue heaven crying
Some folks just call it a bird
Call it what you will, I'm heartbroken still
Words are just words
Some call an end a beginning
For right now, they'll go unheard
Call it what you will, I'm heartbroken still