Ako Ima Boga - Bijelo Dugme

Negdje u tvome adresaru

Pod slovom B je moje ime

Prekriži ga noćas i stavi

Krst pepela i Krst tišine

Ako ima Boga…

Sto zima, a nijedno ljeto

Poneka mrvica sa tvog stola

A nikad` niko nije ček'o

Kao što čekah ja do bola

Ako ima Boga…

Moji drugovi odavno kuće imaju

Samo moja kuća je bez krova

Prokleta bićeš

O, ako ima Boga

U paklu gorićeš

Sto zima, a nijedno ljeto

Poneka mrvica sa tvog stola

A nikad` niko nije ček'o

Kao što čekah ja do bola

Ako ima Boga…

Moji drugovi odavno kuće imaju

Samo moja kuća je bez krova

Prokleta bićeš

O, ako ima Boga

U paklu gorićeš

Sanjao sam

E, kako ulaziš u moju pjesmu

Ulaziš prosto, k’o u svoju baštu

Pod pazuh dolijeću ti lastavice

Ja pjevam, bijela mi krila rastu

A više me ne boli…

Sanjao sam

E, kako s Anđelima jedeš trešnje

I kako Anđeli na mene liče

I kako šapućem u tvoje krilo

Rađaj mi djecu, kao kolačiće

A više me ne boli…

Moji drugovi odavno kuće imaju

Samo moja kuća je bez krova

Prokleta bićeš

O, ako ima Boga

U paklu gorićeš

Moji drugovi odavno kuće imaju

Samo moja kuća je bez krova

Prokleta bićeš

O, ako ima Boga

U paklu gorićeš

Moji drugovi

Odavno

Moji drugovi

Odavno…

Somewhere in your address book

Under the letter B is my name

Cross it tonight and put it on

The Cross of Ashes and the Cross of Silence

If there is God…

One hundred winters, no summers

Some crumbs from your desk

And no one ever waited

As I waited until I was in pain

If there is God…

My friends have had houses for a long time

Only my house is without a roof

You'll be damned

Oh, if there is a God

You will burn in hell

One hundred winters, no summers

Some crumbs from your desk

And no one ever waited

As I waited until I was in pain

If there is God…

My friends have had houses for a long time

Only my house is without a roof

You'll be damned

Oh, if there is a God

You will burn in hell

I dreamed

Well, how do you get into my song

You just walk in your garden

Swallows fly under your armpits

I sing, my white wings grow

And it doesn't hurt anymore…

I dreamed

Well, how you eat cherries with Angels

And how Angels look like me

And how I whisper in your lap

Give birth to my children, like cookies

And it doesn't hurt anymore…

My friends have had houses for a long time

Only my house is without a roof

You'll be damned

Oh, if there is a God

You will burn in hell

My friends have had houses for a long time

Only my house is without a roof

You'll be damned

Oh, if there is a God

You will burn in hell

My friends

A long time ago

My friends

A long time ago…