Tepsija - Letu Stuke

Žalim, ali ne gledam iza sebe

Zore su odmor bile, sive sjene

Puške u rukama, u predgrađima

Riječi odzvanjaju u olucima

Grad i zima, grad i glad

To previše za mene možda je

I tako mi se tu ne ostaje

Bolje hladne ulice New Jersey-a

Nego puna kuća

Prazna tepsija

Ne tražim odgovor u planinama

Teško su stenjale za nama

Krili smo nadu među putnicima

Živi i mrtvi, na hodnicima

Grad i zima, grad i glad

To previše za mene možda je

I tako mi se tu ne ostaje

Bolje hladne ulice New Jersey-a

Nego puna kuća

Prazna tepsija

To previše za mene možda je

I tako mi se tu ne ostaje

Jesu l' bolje hladne ulice New Jersey-a

Nego puna kuća?

I'm sorry, but I'm not looking behind me

Dawn was a holiday, gray shadows

Rifles in hand, in the suburbs

The words echo in the gutters

City and winter, city and famine

That too much for me might be

And that's not how I stay

Better cold streets of New Jersey

Than a full house

Empty pan

I'm not looking for an answer in the mountains

They moaned hard behind us

We hid hope among the passengers

Living and dead, in the hallways

City and winter, city and famine

That too much for me might be

And that's not how I stay

Better cold streets of New Jersey

Than a full house

Empty pan

That too much for me might be

And that's not how I stay

Are the cold streets of New Jersey better?

Than a full house?