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Lav

Ust'o sam na lijevu nogu
Opsovao mater bogu
Doš'o u kupatilo
Smeće sam povratio

Opet puno konzumir'o
Stare rane ne bi dir'o
Pobjeg'o od svega
Ludog grada, crnog snijega

Teško variš to što stariš
Rek'o bi Kožo iz Nostalgije
Sve, lave, što si pis'o, više nema smis'o
E, ova bi mogla da se zalije

Generali u samici, radnici u panici
Grebu se za marku da piju u parku
A lav mirno spava, punog stomaka
Popio je bocu konjaka

Ozbiljno lice urednice
Gleda me s TV ekrana
A sada dragi lave, tvoj omiljeni sahat
Silikona, lopte i Van Dammea

Teško variš to što stariš
Reko bi Kožo iz Nostalgije
Život, lave, tvoj, to je jedan kratak spoj
E, ova bi mogla da se zalije

Prodavo si laži, u skupoj ambalaži
Lave, što si pis'o, više nema smis'o

Generali u samici, radnici u panici
Grebu se za marku da piju u parku
A lav mirno spava, punog stomaka
Popio je bocu konjaka

Ozbiljno lice urednice
Gleda me s TV ekrana
A sada dragi lave, tvoj omiljeni sahat
Silikona, lopte i Van Dammea

Generali u samici, radnici u panici
Grebu se za marku da piju u parku
A lav mirno spava, punog stomaka
Popio je bocu konjaka

Ozbiljno lice urednice
Gleda me s TV ekrana
A sada dragi lave, tvoj omiljeni sahat
Silikona, lopte i Van Dammea

Lion

I got up on the wrong side of the bed
Cursed God and everyone
Went to the bathroom
And threw up last night's fun

Overindulged again, it's true
Wouldn't touch old wounds, not for you
Ran away from everything
The crazy city, the black snow's sting

It's hard to handle getting old, you see
Kožo from Nostalgia would agree
Everything, lion, that you've written, has lost its meaning
Hey, this one could use a refill, leaning

Generals in solitary, workers in a panic
Scrambling for a dime to drink in the park, frantic
And the lion sleeps peacefully, belly full and round
He's downed a bottle of cognac, safe and sound

The serious face of the news anchor lady
Looks at me from the TV, steady
And now dear lion, your favorite hour is here
Silicone, balls, and Van Damme, my dear

It's hard to handle getting old, you see
Kožo from Nostalgia would agree
Life, lion, yours, it's just a short circuit's spark
Hey, this one could use a refill, in the dark

You sold lies, in expensive wrapping, so bold
Lion, what you've written, has lost its hold

Generals in solitary, workers in a panic
Scrambling for a dime to drink in the park, frantic
And the lion sleeps peacefully, belly full and round
He's downed a bottle of cognac, safe and sound

The serious face of the news anchor lady
Looks at me from the TV, steady
And now dear lion, your favorite hour is here
Silicone, balls, and Van Damme, my dear

Generals in solitary, workers in a panic
Scrambling for a dime to drink in the park, frantic
And the lion sleeps peacefully, belly full and round
He's downed a bottle of cognac, safe and sound

The serious face of the news anchor lady
Looks at me from the TV, steady
And now dear lion, your favorite hour is here
Silicone, balls, and Van Damme, my dear