Džukele Će Me Dokusuriti - Riblja Čorba

Zla sudbina se umesala,

dzelati ce pozuriti,

streljanje, giljotina, vesala,

dzukele ce me dokusuriti.

Na stratistu ce procvetati bara,

iz mene ce crveno curiti,

ja nemam oca, majku, brace, sestara,

dzukele ce me dokusuriti.

Mene su babe vracare uklele,

da mi o glavi rade dzukele.

Mene su babe vracare uklele,

progone me dzukele.

Kome je lepo dabogda krepo!

Radoznali ce zuriti,

pa makar sve svoje pesme pocepo,

dzukele ce me dokusuriti.

A posle kise nista vise,

po trgu ce se deca juriti,

negde u cosku, na zidu pise:

dzukele ce me dokusuriti!

Mene su babe vracare uklele,

da mi o glavi rade dzukele.

Mene su babe vracare uklele,

progone me dzukele.

Evil fate intervened,

the executioners will hurry,

shooting, guillotine, oars,

dzukele will finish me off.

The bar will flourish on the stratist,

red will leak from me,

I have no father, mother, brothers, sisters,

dzukele will finish me off.

I was cursed by old witch doctors,

that dzukels are working on my head.

I was cursed by old witch doctors,

I am haunted by dzukele.

Who cares!

The curious will stare,

even if all his songs are torn,

dzukele will finish me off.

And after the rain, nothing more,

children will run around the square,

somewhere in the corner, on the wall it says:

dzukele will finish me off!

I was cursed by old witch doctors,

that dzukels are working on my head.

I was cursed by old witch doctors,

I am haunted by dzukele.