To je bilo ka u priči
Roko nije jema ništa
Cicibela još i manje
ali ljubav sve izliči
on je bija anarkista
jemali su i kumpanje
To je bilo ka u priči
punoj lustri i friškina
ma je isto priča prava
čulo se i grubi riči
bumbilo se puno vina
bolila je dikod glava
Trči vrime, cvili maška
traje jubav pusta, siromaška
šaka suza, vrića smija
ća je zivot vengo fantažija
To je bilo ka u priči
živili su ka golubi
i nosili svoje brime
s puno srca, s malo riči
goli, bosi, gladni, grubi
volili se cilo vrime
To je bilo ka u priči
kad su bili puno jidni
bombe, rašpre, livorvere
i jos druge strašne riči
vikali su oni bidni
ma su prošle te nevere
Trči vrime, cvili maška
traje jubav pusta, siromaška
šaka suza, vrića smija
ča je zivot vengo fantažija
To je bilo ka u priči
malo sriće, puno jada
puno zime i propuva
ali jubav sve izliči
boje vengo sto balada
boje vengo štruca kruva
To je bilo ka u priči
ma ih više ovud nima
na dnuj mora su gajete
sve bestimje grube rici
sve je prošlo poput dima
vrime metlom sve pomete
Trči vrime, cvili maška
traje jubav pusta, siromaška
šaka suza, vrića smija
ča je zivot vengo fantažija
English Translation
What Is Life Other Than Fantasy
It was like in a tale
Roko had nothing
Cicibela even less
but love cures everything
He was an anarchist
they were friends as well
It was like in a tale
full of glamor and refreshing
It was also like in a tale
harsh words that were said
a lot of wine was drunk
there were some headaches
Time flies, cat is whining
waste, bare love is lasting
a handful of tears, a bag of laughter
what is life other than fantasy
It was like in a tale
they lived like pigeons
and carried their burden
with a lot of heart, with little words
naked, barefoot, hungry, harsh
they loved each other all the time
It was like in a tale
when they were very furious
bombs, arguments, revolvers,
and other terrible words
miserable them, they yelled
but the storms have passed
Time flies, cat is whining
waste, bare love is lasting
a handful of tears, a bag of laughter
what is life other than fantasy
It was like in a tale
little happiness, lots of misery
lots of coldness and draft
but love cures everything
better than a hundred ballads
better than a loaf of bread
It was like in a tale
but they are not around anymore
there are ships at the bottom of the sea
all the swears harsh words
everything disappeared like smoke
the time with its broom sweeps everything away
Volim te !