Božji Poslanik
Gradom hodas, ne znas gdje se kreces
Siguran si uskoro da umrijet neces
Prorok u svom selu nitko nije
Nit normalan tko se glasno smije
Briso, piso, vazduha nadiso
Vode pio, sit i gladan bio
Svima pricas odlazis odavde
Jer vode imas, ali nemas kade
I tri sata "Porno Palma"
Znas taj osmjeh, pa to je Alma
Budis se, ti vise ne vjerujes sebi
Bivsu curu kriminalac zeni
Amerika guzove ti siri
Iz njih tvoja prespektiva viri
Sami stranci, prijem, sminka
A hostesa tvoja klinka
Ona ne zna da si za njih
Ti si bozji poslanik
Ti si Dani i Versaci
Tu su nasi mariaci
Oni slatki su bonboni
Oni gorki heptanoni
Gradom hodas, ne znas gdje se kreces
God's Messenger
You walk through the city, not knowing where you're going
Sure that soon you won't die
A prophet in your village, no one is
Nor normal is the one who laughs out loud
Wiping, sweeping, puffing up the air
Drinking water, being full and hungry
You tell everyone you're leaving this place
Because you have water, but no bathtub
And for three hours, 'Porno Palma'
You know that smile, well, that's Alma
You wake up, you no longer believe in yourself
Your ex-girlfriend marries a criminal
America spreads its buttocks to you
From them, your perspective peeks
Alone with strangers, reception, makeup
And your hostess, a young girl
She doesn't know you're for them
You are God's messenger
You are Dani and Versace
Here are our mariachis
They are sweet candies
They are bitter heptanones
You walk through the city, not knowing where you're going