Tramvaj Kreće - Bijelo Dugme

Čini se da nisam princ iz tvoje bajke čak ni paž

Al' ovo nije doba Romea i Julije, to znaš

Ja nemam ni zmaja, bijelog konja, nemam mač

Ni iza sedam gora, iza sedam mora ništa baš

Tramvaj kreće…

Ti sanjaš dlakavo muško, lude strasti, krv i znoj

U dvoje istorija, Ričard Lavljeg Srca samo tvoj

Danas u četiri, šest i osam tvoj junak gine

I zadnjim dahom tvoje ime sapuće u mrak.

Tramvaj kreće…

Reci mi, Reci, reci mi, ti prepametna

Reci, reci mi, ti prezelena

Kako biti heroj u ova sugava vremena

I don't seem to be a prince from your fairy tale, not even a page

But this is not the age of Romeo and Juliet, you know that

I don't even have a dragon, a white horse, I don't have a sword

Not even behind the seven mountains, not exactly behind the seven seas

Tram starts…

You dream of a hairy man, crazy passions, blood and sweat

In two stories, Richard the Lionheart is yours alone

Today at four, six and eight your hero dies

And with your last breath, your name whispers into the darkness.

Tram starts…

Tell me, Tell me, tell me, you too smart

Tell me, tell me, you green

How to be a hero in these difficult times