Kuba - Darko Rundek, Cargo Orkestar

Kad prođem starim kvartom kestena

Na bivšoj granici Zagreba

Osjetim se sasvim nespreman

Za to što vidim tu

Kako je samo lako nestala

Stara slika stvari

Ova boja nije moja

Ja drugoj tajnu znam

U drugom dvorištu pila svira

Kad ostanemo sami

I plove brodovi od papira

U neku zanosnu noć

Nad nama proniču krošnje kestena

Skriveni u tami

A ruska vojna glazba svira

Sa televizora

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Trubu

Kupit ću si trubu

I k k k k k k

Kubu

Otići na Kubu

Tamo nema bajnih dama

S ogromnih reklama

Nitko kruha gladan nije

I nema demokracije

Tamo je bogat koji ima

Vremena i dima

Tamo se srcem prima

I dijeli sa svima

Tamo ima ruma puno

Da nas mine sumnja

When I pass through the old chestnut quarter

On the former border of Zagreb

I feel completely unprepared

For what I see there

How easily she disappeared

Old picture of things

This color is not mine

I know another secret

In the second yard, a saw is playing

When we are alone

And paper ships sail

Into some ravishing night

The crowns of chestnut trees peek out above us

Hidden in the darkness

And the Russian military music is playing

From the television

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Trumpet

I will buy myself a trumpet

And k k k k k k

Cuba

Go to Cuba

There are no fairy ladies there

With huge advertisements

No one is hungry for bread

And there is no democracy

There is a rich who has

Weather and smoke

There is a warm welcome there

And share with everyone

There is a lot of rum there

That we have no doubt