Hotel, Motel - Bijelo Dugme

Ni tvoj akcent, ni parfem, ni glas

Ni tvoje ime, ništa ne znam

Odveć brzo i hotel i ključ

Hladna soba i buđenje u osam

Pričaj mi, reci mi bilo šta

Pričaj mi, samo sad ne ćuti

Pričaj mi, jer tek sam stigao

Bosna expressom i njena slika sa mnom

Jedna slika, skoro bijela sličica

Miris čaja od jasmina

Bijeli konji, ona i ja

I maslačci gore, u brdima

Pričam ti o njoj

Pričam ti o njoj, i mada nisam htio

Pričam ti o njoj, tek sam stigao

Bosna expressom i njena slika sa mnom

Hotel, ne podnosim

Hotel, motel, mrzim

Hotel, motel i ovu ljubav

Hotel, motel

Not your accent, not your perfume, not your voice

Neither does your name, I don't know anything

Too fast and hotel and key

Cold room and waking up at eight

Tell me, tell me anything

Tell me, just don't shut up now

Tell me, because I just arrived

Bosnia by express and her picture with me

One picture, almost white picture

The smell of jasmine tea

White horses, her and me

And dandelions up, in the hills

I'm telling you about her

I'm telling you about her, even though I didn't want to

I'm telling you about her, I just arrived

Bosnia by express and her picture with me

Hotel, I can't stand it

Hotel, motel, I hate

Hotel, motel and this love

Hotel, motel