Yugoslavia in The Eurovision Song Contest 1989 - National Final

National Final

The Yugoslavian national final to select their entry, Yugoslav Final 1989, was held on 4 March at the Grand Hall of the Serbian National Theatre in Novi Sad, and was hosted by Dina Čolić and Boško Negovanović.

Sixteen songs made it to the national final, which was broadcast by JRT to all of the regions of Yugoslavia. The winner was decided by the votes of eight regional juries (Sarajevo, Zagreb, Skopje, Titograd, Belgrade, Ljubljana, Priština and Novi Sad).

The winning entry was "Rock me," performed by Croatian band Riva and composed by Rajko Dujmić.

Draw Artist Song Votes TVSA TVLJ TVBG TVZG TVSK TVPR TVNS TVTG place
1 Jelena Džoja & Ambasadori Kad ljubav umire 26 2 2 2+1 7+5+7 7
2 Caffe, Mojca & Marta Kadar sem sama 13 7+1 3+2 12
3 BG Sound Voli me opet 54 5+1+3 5+5+7 2+3 1+1+5 3+5 3+2+3 3
4 Massimo Savić Plavi anđeo 65 3 7+7+5 7+3+5 7+5 1+5 1 7 2 2
5 Zdravko Skender & Intervali Ogan gori 18 1+2 1+1 3+2+7 1 10
6 Riva Rock me 66 7+7 3+3+5 3 7+7+7 7+7 2+1 1
7 Trio Rona Fjollat 7 1 2+2+2 15
8 Toni Janković Pričaj mi 8 3+5 14
9 Vesna Ivić & Tedi Bajić Pregrni me nežno 38 5+7 3+7 5+3+2 3+3 4
10 Pop Design Baby blue 20 1+5+3 1 2 3+5 9
11 Jasna Zlokić Sve duge godine 34 2+5+2 3 1+1 5+7+7 1 5
12 Ana Kostovska Umesto da se ljubimo 14 2+2+2 2+1 2 3 11
13 Frenki Reka bez povratka 4 2+1 1 16
14 Lidija Kocovska Tajna 29 1 7+7+5 5+1+3 6
15 Biljana Krstić & Srđan Marjanović Još jedan poljubac za kraj 26 3 1+3+2 5+7+5 7
16 Foto Model Neću da te delim 10 5 5 13

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