Pjevajte Nešto Ljubavno - Hladno Pivo

Godine provedene, zakopani ispod zemlje

Postali smo skupina svirajućih zombija

U birtiji poslije treće, Tedy rezigniran reče:

Momci, ne želim dovijek biti podrumski čovjek

Vremenom sve smo tiši, slijede prvi kompromisi

Otud samo korak, dva do početka poraza

Prodali smo čak i muda, al' sviramo zato svuda

Terase, festivali;

više smeća, lova veća

Slušaju nas curice penzioneri i bakice

I svi umni invalidi senilni i gluhonijemi

Pjevajte nešto ljubavno

Sigurno, tiho, sterilno

Pjevajte nešto ljubavno

Klinke svršavaju na to

Years spent, buried underground

We became a group of playing zombies

At the bar after three, Tedy resignedly said:

Guys, I don't want to be a basement man forever

Over time, we are quieter, the first compromises follow

Hence just a step, two to the beginning of defeat

We even sold balls, but that's why we play everywhere

Terraces, festivals;

more garbage, more money

Retired girls and grandmothers listen to us

And all intelligent invalids are senile and deaf-mute

Sing something loving

Safe, quiet, sterile

Sing something loving

The kids end up doing it