Ca je zivot vengo fantazija
To je bilo ka u prici, Roko nije jema nista
Cicibela jos i manje
Ali jubav sve izlici, on je bija anarkista
jemali su i kumpanje
To je bilo ka u prici, punoj lustri i friskina
ma je isto prica prava
Culo je grubih rici, bumbilo se puno vina
bolila je dikod glava
Trci vrime, cvili maska, traje jubav pusta siromaska
Saka suza, vrica smija, ca je zivot vengo fantazija?
To je bilo ka u prici, zivili su ka golubi
i nosili svoje brime
S puno srca, s malo rici, goli, bosi, gladni, grubi
Volili se cilo vrime
To je bilo ka u prici, kad su bili puno idni
bombe, raspe, livorvere
I jos druge strasne rici, vikali su oni bidni
ma su prosli te nevere
Trci vrime, cvili maska, traje jubav pusta siromaska
Saka suza, vrica smija, ca je zivot vengo fantazija?
Because life is a fantasy
It was like in a story, Roko had nothing
Cicibela even less
But love explains everything, he was an anarchist
they also took companionship
It was like in a story, full of mirrors and friskiness
but it's the same true story
He heard rough words, a lot of wine was drunk
somewhere the head hurt
Time runs, the mask cries, love lasts empty, poor
A handful of tears, a lot of laughter, because life is a fantasy?
It was like in a story, they lived like doves
and carried their burdens
With a lot of heart, with few words, naked, barefoot, hungry, rough
They loved all the time
It was like in a story, when they were very young
bombs, crosses, olive trees
And other terrible words, they shouted poor things
but they went through those storms
Time runs, the mask cries, love lasts empty, poor
A handful of tears, a lot of laughter, because life is a fantasy?