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 piece 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...