Monika - Jala Brat

S kojeg je kontinenta?

Ima osmijeh božanski

Sija bez konkurenta, s tim vrlinama damskim

A n da da je konkretna, do jutra ne da da zaspim

N da je kompetentna, glumi i režira damski

I zanima je, zanima je sve

Ne zna da voli, ali zanima je plijen

Zanima je, zanima je sve

Al' nju ne zanima uopšte što sam njen

Džaba grad, ma ni lud, neću da pričam o kuji

Mastercard i na sud kad idem obučem Louis

Ovaj grad, ludi grad, za njega sam mlad i lud

Ona zna, nebo zna, poslije mene nema kud

Zovem je Monika, Monika

Na stolu mi je Gucci ko Monika

Ta mala mi čuči ko Monika

Monika, oh, Monika

Da l' je fina cura?

(Ne, ne, ne, ne)

Da li se loše fura?

(Ne, ne, ne, ne)

Da l' je za bolje čula?

(Ne, ne, ne, ne)

Bahata, nekulturna, raste te-temperatura

Ko-ko Alberto Tomba je, gdje nema snijega — skija

Ona bombon, ko bomba je, skače, daje uvija

Ona ne zna za polako

I rado bi mjenjala sve danas sa mrakom

Džaba grad, ma ni lud, neću da pričam o kuji

Mastercard i na sud kad idem obučem Louis

Ovaj grad, ludi grad, za njega sam mlad i lud

Ona zna, nebo zna, posle mene nema kud

Zovem je Monika, Monika

Na stolu mi je Gucci ko Monika

Ta mala mi čuči ko Monika

Monika, oh, Monika

What continent is he from?

He has a divine smile

It shines without a competitor, with those feminine virtues

And if it is concrete, I should not fall asleep until the morning

N that she is competent, she acts and directs ladies

And she's interested, she's interested in everything

She doesn't know she loves it, but she's interested in prey

She is interested, she is interested in everything

But she doesn't care at all that I'm hers

Free city, not even crazy, I won't talk about the bitch

Mastercard and go to court when I go dress Louis

This city, crazy city, for him I am young and crazy

She knows, heaven knows, there's nowhere to go after me

I call her Monica, Monica

Gucci and Monica are on my desk

That little girl squats like Monica

Monica, oh, Monica

Is she a nice girl?

(No, no, no, no)

Is it bad?

(No, no, no, no)

Have you heard of better?

(No, no, no, no)

Bahata, uncultured, rising te-temperature

Ko-ko Alberto Tomba is, where there is no snow - skiing

She candy, when the bomb is, jumps, gives twists

She doesn't know for sure

And I would love to change everything today with darkness

Free city, not even crazy, I won't talk about the bitch

Mastercard and go to court when I go dress Louis

This city, crazy city, for him I am young and crazy

She knows, heaven knows, there's nowhere to go after me

I call her Monica, Monica

Gucci and Monica are on my desk

That little girl squats like Monica

Monica, oh, Monica