




People are strangeWhen you’re a strangerFaces look uglyWhen you’re alone Women seem wickedWhen you’re unwantedStreets are unevenWhen you’re down When you’re strangeFaces come out of

Danas je Dan RepublikeI stari je popio maloNa televiziji Lepa BrenaI stari se sjeća ratnih vremena Da bi danas bilo boljeOni su poturali svoja plećaGazili

I kao da je bilo nekadI kao da je bilo tuPod velikim svetlim suncemPod velikim svetlim svodom Ručali smo mesoGlodali smo kosti dobrih životinjaMi imamo

I’d sell your heart to the junkmanBaby, for a buck, for a buckIf you’re looking for someone to pull you uut of that ditchYou’re out

Što te nema, što te nemaKad na mlado poljsko cvijećeBiser niže ponoć nijema,Kroz grudi mi želja lijećeŠto te nema, što te nema Kad mi sanak



„Higgs Boson Blues“ Can’t remember anything at allFlame trees lined the streetCan’t remember anything at allBut I’m driving my car down to Geneva I’ve been
