U Sobi On I Brat - Hladno Pivo

Tri su banke mu na grbi

Al' još uvijek se on drži

Kao s petnaest godina

Još pije, psuje, puši, analizira

U sobi on i brat

Spava u krevetu na kat

Mama kuha, a tata radi

A on po cijeli dan trkelja na gitari

Sad stoji mi na putu, žica me za kunu

Tu je gdje god se okrenem

U Jabuci na šanku, u prolazu Cibone

Po cijelom gradu k’o da prati me

A moj odgovor je isti gdje god me uhvati

«Kasni mi plata»

U potrazi za sobom

Ne žuri mu se s jobom

Bolje i tata nego lopata

A valjda će i stari jednom odapeti

Nikad rob profita

Nikad štopat' karticu

Prisegnuo je svečano

Za pivo i upad

Uvijek će se naći

A sve ostalo je nevažno

Three banks are on his back

But he's still holding on

Like at fifteen

He still drinks, swears, smokes, analyzes

He and his brother are in the room

He sleeps in a bunk bed

Mom cooks and Dad works

And he plays the guitar all day

Now he stands in my way, wire me for a kuna

It's wherever I turn

In Jabuka on the bar, in the passage of Cibona

It's like following me all over town

And my answer is the same wherever it catches me

"My salary is late"

Looking for yourself

He is in no hurry with his job

Better a poor horse than no horse at all

And I guess the old man will sing one day

Never a slave to profit

Never stop a card

He swore solemnly

For beer and intrusion

He will always be found

And everything else is irrelevant