Cet'ri strane sveta (duet Djogani)
E pa, nema vise Cile, Mile
stig'o Mile, Kitic Mile
kazi Mile, Mile brate
neka cuju, neka shvate, brate
Srce je moje na Balkanu
A kakve su im gore zene
imali mesta tu za mene
da l' imam makar sansu
za jednu malu tu romansu ja
Ma nemoj brate, na tu stranu
Trazicu te preko ambasade
bas me briga da li takve stvari rade
hocu vizu hitno idem tebi
koja zena kada voli ne bi
Ni svedjanke, ni nemice
ti nisu ni do kolena
da s' njima predjem granice
ma nema sanse voljena
Ni Francuska, ni Svajcarska
nisu tvoja sudbina
zove dusa balkanska
nema sanse voljena
Ref.
Cet'ri strane sveta putujem Evropom
al' nigde mi nije kao kad sam s tobom
milioni ljudi ne zna im se broja
al' samo se jedna, zove ljubav moja
Trazicu te preko ambasade
bas me briga da li takve stvari rade
hocu vizu hitno idem tebi
koja zena kada voli ne bi
Ni svedjanke, ni nemice
ti nisu ni do kolena
da s' njima predjem granice
ma nema sanse voljena
Ni Francuska, ni Svajcarska
nisu tvoja sudbina
zove dusa balkanska
nema sanse voljena
Four strange worlds (duet Djogani)
Well, Cile and Mile are no more
Mile has arrived, Kitic Mile
Say Mile, Mile brother
Let them hear, let them understand, brother
My heart is in the Balkans
And what kind of women they have up there
Was there a place for me
Do I have at least a chance
For a little romance there
Don't do it, brother, in that direction
I will look for you through the embassy
I don't care if they do such things
I need a visa urgently, I'm coming to you
Which woman, when she loves, wouldn't
Neither Swedish nor German
They are not even close
To crossing borders with them
There is no chance, my beloved
Neither France nor Switzerland
Are not your destiny
The Balkan soul is calling
There is no chance, my beloved
Chorus:
I travel four strange worlds through Europe
But nowhere is like when I'm with you
Millions of people, their numbers unknown
But only one is called my love
I will look for you through the embassy
I don't care if they do such things
I need a visa urgently, I'm coming to you
Which woman, when she loves, wouldn't
Neither Swedish nor German
They are not even close
To crossing borders with them
There is no chance, my beloved
Neither France nor Switzerland
Are not your destiny
The Balkan soul is calling
There is no chance, my beloved