Neke Su Zene Pratile Vojnike
Sad mi tvoje oci tako mnogo znace
i kao kroz maglu redjaju se slike,
hej, masino, pusti paru jace,
neke su zene pratile vojnike.
Znam cmizdrili nisu junaci sa Sparte,
srecom u kupeu nikog pored mene
- Dobro vece, molim vase vozne karte,
trebaju mi nocas neke drage zene.
Citav vagon smrdi od prljavih nogu,
piletina, pivo, pijani kreteni,
psujem mater onom pokvarenom Bogu
zasto su se kola slomila na meni?
A sebe bih na poklon dao bilo kome
jer niko od vas ne zna moje brodolome.
Some Women Followed Soldiers
Now your eyes mean so much to me
and like through a fog, images line up,
hey, machine, let the steam out stronger,
some women followed soldiers.
I know whiners aren't heroes from Sparta,
luckily, in the compartment, no one beside me
- Good evening, may I have your tickets,
I need some lovely ladies tonight.
The whole car stinks of dirty feet,
chicken, beer, drunken idiots,
I curse that rotten God
for why the train broke down on me?
And I'd give myself as a gift to anyone
'cause none of you know my shipwrecks.