For the noise of the boys

In the hood I abandoned

For the scream of a mother

That I took for granted

For the look in the eye

Of a girl I loved

(for the old) school yard

Where my senses grew up

For the war and the peace

And the lost and the found

For the shame and the pride

That I lightly compound

For the dear and the wanted

For the hated and zero

For the sake of anonimous

(riveting) hero

For the sick and the poor

For the healthy and rich

For my ex wife

That I call a bitch

For the whore and the virgin

For the priest and the pimp

For the cop and the hostess

The lousy and weird

Od milijon godina

Mi puka sirotinja

Hodi meni Lane moje

Ooo...

Od milijon godina

Mi puka sirotinja

Dođi kući Lane moje

Ooo...

For the women in the jail

And the razor blade Mary

For the sources of evil

And the timeless chimeras

For the wine in my glass

And the yesterday's pass

For the many new names

I forget like an ass

(If I smell like an ass, if I look like an ass

If I act like an ass- fuck me- I’m an ass!)

For the blood in the vains

For the glory and pains

For the rioters, ministers

Weirdoes and lame

For the fusion for me and you

Somewhere and then

For the power of words

We don't have to pretend

(For the grass in the pipe

For the raki of mine

For the kicks in the ass

And the touch of the sky

For the fatherless child

And the motherless land

For the truth that we will never have to pretend...)

Od milijon godina

Mi puka sirotinja

Hodi meni Lane moje

Ooo...

Od milijon godina

Mi puka sirotinja

Dođi kući Lane moje

Ooo...