Grad Spava [English translation]

The city's sleeping, they're all having sweet dreams,

in this silent night when it's talked with a whisper,

in the hours when outside there isn't anyone except us,

who are waking up late.

And the grandmoms who're carrying the cabbage to market,

and the Chinese onion which doesn't taste good,

and the groups who're sticking the posters,

and the groups who're protecting the roofs.

In front of Prerada just a few of them,

in this late hours, they're eating the fat bureks,

and the cops're coming in patrols and groups,

they're speaking on motorolas and they're eating the donuts with holes.

And here are the two in suits,

from BMW the folk music is howling in torments,

I'm heading home by usual routes,

Mularija is throwing up, on the walls and benches,

the wind is spreading the bags of Kerum,

from alcohol, there isn't a better serum.

Refrain 2x

The city's sleeping, I can hear its breathing,

and the cries of babies who're seeking for sucking,

it's dreaming, it's full of fear and loathing,

in the deep dream, nicely it's anaesthetising.

Stay calm, you've to tolerate,

all those dudes that I would like to massacre,

don't get mad, just relax,

nicely get lower, life offers, you take it,

crazy nights, smoke, drink,

foot on the pedal, don't brake,

bloody shutters, Split's blues,

they love to bother us like we're criminals.

The girls on the motorcycles aren't wearing helmets,

the girls like folk and they're screaming like parrots,

the guys're wearing shirts with the alphabet,

and in row they're all wearing the same sneakers.

Refrain 2x

Rotation at the hospital

the crowd at the ambulance,

with a spray on a can a new grafiti of Torcida, so that to Hajduk can go better,

and Poljud's beauties, all fell, they see,

on Marjan the cranes,

underneath Marjan the temples,

and shamelessly expensive, illegal apartments,

Riva is as pure as the dirty millions, which on her have earned idiots.

It's pretty cool when they gather,

with a plan of GUP to each other they wipe out their asses,

greed, stupidity is like a cursed monster,

you chop his head off, the seven grow back,

for the beauty I'm bound, I don't have anything else,

I'm howling like a monster, of the horizont is the abyss,

the eyes are glistering on the way to nowhere,

keep your fingers crossed, I'll call when I get there.

Refrain 2x

• Artist:T.B.F