Tezga - Riblja Čorba

Dimovi me za oceta grizu

U kafani trunaju mi kosti

Cekam kraj, a njega nema blizu

Jer nemaju kucu mnogi gosti

A kada se opijadu gosti

Picevi ih u glavu opicu

Onda budu vise nego prosti

Ogledalu na sebe ne licu

Cele noci sam se drao

Srao kao jao jao

I zbog toga mene vrlo

Osobito boli grlo

Sutra jutro ja povracam

Cehovi na nocni zivot placam

Na duvane i na lozu

Na cirovi i nervozu

Smokes bite me for my father

My bones are rotting in the bar

I'm waiting for the end, and he's not around

Because many guests do not have a house

And when the guests get drunk

Pizza them in the monkey's head

Then they will be more than simple

Mirror on himself not face

I fought all night

Shit like woe woe

And because of me very much

My throat hurts especially

I'm throwing up tomorrow morning

I pay guilds for nightlife

On smoking and on the vine

On ulcers and nervousness