The mommies were playing tricks

mamice su strukle pekli
meni nisu nikaj rekli
strukli su se pregoreli
mamice su plakat stali
bes te decki van z prlica
idu japa po kolica
dok su japa dobezali
detki su se razbezali

The shine of her hair

on the borders of her memory
the fading faces ot madame tussaud
the wild songs of the hard suburbs
saturdays the ritual drunken parties
she wanted to wrench herself from
misfortune
she wanted the boys to fight over her
she thought that the shine of her hair
would capture their kisses

she felt their footsteps with her whole being
they brought her gasps and sweat
heels tapping in the scarlet dusk
the murmur of the crowd
dull pain in the stomach again
lazily as it sleeping time ticked away
she began to recall a fortune
she began to take care of herself

silence resounding throught the night
only a soldier whistling after her

girls were standing in the doorways
she learned a lot hugging the wall
she wasn't stupid she knew what she doing
she was afraid to stand there longer
when the rain chases the people from
the streets
she somehow felt the city was more
humans
she's disgusted with big words
she's gotten so used to them

The strummer

am i lying when i say
happiness lies in three things
a good woman a guitar and rich daddy
who's always very busy
so if you're dreaming ot this kind of luck
play roulette dice or cards
or sell everything except your strummer
ang go the other way
my boy

all your days are wasted
on brandy tv and porno pictures
you don't have a woman and she'll be
hard to get
with such an old mother around
love is what you die for
love is hard to reach in the zoo
so sell everything except your strummer
and go the other way
my boy

you want to be like those bearded and
strong guys
raising havoc in a dive
and you'd want them to hand you
a smoke and a drink and all that glory
around
you'd get a bruise under your eye
and scream slogans that sound great
you'd be a beatnik and a real anarchist
and that's why you should go the other way
my boy

The warm lips of a woman

nights are here strange dilemmas
street lights quickly fading
and in the room of darkness
the scent of her hair
floats all about me

nights are here indifferent shadows
when i sleep i shield my face
and i always dream
the warm lips of a woman
on the edge of explosion

nights are here unknown tales
i put out my cigarette
and get up in silence
not letting anyone slips into my dreams
i take pleasure in every moment
and watch her secretly

Then you'll seen what's next in store

just one more time i have to do
what simply must be done
that means that there's no room for you
to extinquish all that fire

in a way that's your mission
never think that your're lonesome
bear your fate to the bitter end (oh no)
then you'll see what's next ins tore

there's nothing to replace the band
when it began's to play
there's nothing to be afraid of
for you life surely will no wait

in a way that's your mission
never think that you're lonesome
bear your fate to the bitter end (oh no)
then you'll see what's next in store

There's too much on my mind

there's too much on my mind
but nothing's so hard
when you're nobody

i stood in the underground
human shadows circle around
and later i went away
too far for everyone

there's too much on my mind
but i can see that's how it's going
there's too much on my mind
but i can pray just and only for no one
for nobody

They're everywhere you go

hard times for the poets
my friend
our traces on the walls
we circle around like dogs
girls don't notice us at all
their hair excites sorrow
the road to etrnity is long
we cross it without a word and in silence
hard times tor the poets
my friend
the parts were handed out long ago
and everyone goes his own way
daddys drink and trip as they sing
women avoid them crossing to the other side
kids crowded together push them around
they spit loudly and howl like beasts
hard times for the poets
my friend
people are beginning to look like
chickens
their eyesights bad and they go to sleep
early
and in the morning they scratch up dirt
packed into a pile of tobacco
their pockets soaked in the sweat ot their palms
they're everywhere you go boy
they're ewerywhere you go

Ti si sjela za moj stol

ti si sjela za moj sto
ispod zamirisa znoj
ti si sjela za moj sto
kondom u ruci je li moj broj

dobro pređimo na stvar
mislim koji ti je vrag
dobro pređimo na stvar
potom na glavu izlazi van

nebo sivo sviće
po jutru se poznaje dan
mladež klasa sad

eno ide utvara
u maglu se obukla
eno ide utvara
zapljesne rosa na polje i mak

čemu tamo blebeču
baš ko žabe krekeču
to se lišće povija
udara vazduh i čarlija

nebo sivo sviće
po jutru se poznaje dan
mladež klasa sad

Ti znas da putujem s tim

ti mi nikad nisi znala reči
bilo gestom ili riječi
da me voliš

u tebi ljudi traže manu
nešto slute al' ne znaju
koliko vrijediš

no ipak prečesto
mislim na nas
prečesto
kao na poraz u ratu

sve što ženi čini slabe strane
niti misli niti haje
za moju ljubav

sad ne želim više da se svetim
predajem se svojoj zvijezdi
idem dalje

no ipak prečesto
mislim na nas
prečesto
kao na poraz u ratu

ti znaš da putujem s tim
prečesto

 Tko to tamo pjeva

kamo dalje
rođače
iz pijeska vire krunisane glave
što to rade
prde u prašinu

čini mi se
rođače
da je standard pokvario ljude
jedu govna i sanjare

bit će bolje
rođače
skini medalje i napuni sale
ulici trofeja ponestaje snage

odabrane djevojke
narkomani i bludnice
uzdaju se u tebe

blindirani brodovi
vozili te na četiri strane
zbilja si bio dosljedan

i nesvrstan
rođače
raspolagati tuđom mukom
nije mala zajebancija

bit će bolje
rođače
skini medalje i napuni sale
ulici trofeja ponestaje snage

odabrane djevojke
narkomani i bludnice
uzdaju se u tebe