Pevač - Riblja Čorba

Sedi pevac nekad cuven

Mrtav pijan sav naduven

I drogiran i slogiran

Case prazni i bulazni

Samo loce i toroce

Kaze bice nove ploce

U konzervi na pijaci

Sede samo manijaci

Lezi pevac ispod stola

Tela punog alkohola

On je bio ime slavno

Ali to je bilo davno

Kada pevac pusti glasa

Strasan dasa urla masa

On je bio svetska klasa

Sad je korak od uzasa

Bese oran i uporan

Ali sad je vec umoran

Kosa mu je proredjena

Sujeta mu povredjena

To sto sedi medju sljamom

Smeta cak i njemu samom

Vidi bivseg sampiona

Upisanih pantalona

Sedi pevac u kafani

Dani su mu odbrojani

Kad je jednog dana ust’o

U momentu je posust’o

I na patos se srusio

I tako je popusio

Svi su bili na sahrani,

Pevac nije u kafani

Objavila Politika

Brdo slika pokojnika

Dobio je celu stranu

Al' ne moze u kafanu

Al' ne moze u kafanu

Sitting singer once famous

Dead drunk all bloated

Both drugged and slogged

Cases empty and bullying

Just loce and toroce

He says there will be new records

In a can at the market

Only maniacs are sitting

The singer is lying under the table

Bodies full of alcohol

He was a glorious name

But that was a long time ago

When the singer lets out a voice

Passionate dasa screams mass

He was world class

Now is a step of horror

He was plowed and persistent

But now he's tired

His hair is thinning

His vanity hurt

That sitting among the straw

It bothers even him

Look at the former champion

Inscribed pants

The singer is sitting in a tavern

His days are numbered

When he got up one day

He died in an instant

And he collapsed on the floor

And so he smoked

Everyone was at the funeral,

The singer is not in the bar

Published by Politika

A hill of pictures of the deceased

He got the whole page

But he can't go to the bar

But he can't go to the bar