On Je Poput Djeteta (100 Na Jednoga) - Crvena jabuka

S peračima ulica je čekao zoru

Dole kod bašte kafane Visoko

Dva pospana oka na njenom prozoru

I mokri brat na uglu je pjevao

Par koraka dalje od njegovog rejona

Sakupljala se ulična bagra

A kad bi lagano prošao pijacom

Stražar bi dreknuo evo ide, magla!

Evo ide, magla!

On je… on je poput djeteta

Željan toplog kreveta

Njega čeka draga žena

Noću usamljena

Hladna, noć je hladna

Noć je hladna

Noć je ledena

Znali su njega svi sitni banditi

Što po ulici bunare i pale

Znao je njega i poslednji švercer

Od Sebilja do katedrale

I strahovali lokalni tablići

Što ne razlikuju kafu od droge

U ponoć kad zaviri u kockarske rupe

«Evo ga ide, 'fataj se noge»

On je… on je poput djeteta

Željan toplog kreveta

Njega čeka draga žena

Noću usamljena

Hladna, noć je hladna

Noć je hladna

Noć je ledena

I pripazi taxiste i noćne šetačice

Po parkovima cijela četa ludaka

I kako da razlikuje mantil prolaznika

Od mantila nekog manijaka

A raport je redovan nad usnulim gradom

I zora samo što nije svanula

Zar ovo što vidiš nazivaš nadom

Kad ih je bilo sto na jednoga

Sto na jednoga

On je… on je poput djeteta

Željan toplog kreveta

Njega čeka draga žena

Noću usamljena

Hladna, noć je hladna

Noć je hladna

Noć je ledena

Hladna, noć je hladna

Noć je hladna

Noć je ledena

He waited for the dawn with the street washers

Down by the garden of the Visoko cafe

Two sleepy eyes on her window

And the wet brother on the corner sang

A few steps away from his area

Street dredgers were gathering

And if he walked slowly through the market

The guard would shout here it goes, fog!

Here it goes, fog!

He is - he is like a child

Eager for a warm bed

A dear woman is waiting for him

Lonely at night

Cold, the night is cold

The night is cold

The night is icy

All the petty bandits knew him

What wells and fires on the street

The last smuggler knew him

From Sebilj to the cathedral

And they were afraid of the local plates

Which do not distinguish coffee from drugs

At midnight when he peeks into the gambling holes

"Here he goes, 'get on your feet'

He is - he is like a child

Eager for a warm bed

A dear woman is waiting for him

Lonely at night

Cold, the night is cold

The night is cold

The night is icy

And watch out for taxi drivers and night walkers

A whole company of lunatics in the parks

And how to distinguish the coat of a passer-by

From the mantle of some maniac

And the report is regular over the sleeping city

And the dawn was just about dawn

Do you call what you see hope

When there were a hundred of them

One hundred for one

He is - he is like a child

Eager for a warm bed

A dear woman is waiting for him

Lonely at night

Cold, the night is cold

The night is cold

The night is icy

Cold, the night is cold

The night is cold

The night is icy