Napolju [English translation]

Tired, sick and too vulnerable

trashy, desperate and a little sleepy

outside birds fell to their faces

if they ever saw me

Broken, defeated and a little dead

fever shakes me, my voice trembling

trams go by, rivers arise

until they drown me

(2x)

Ref. 2x

And outside nothing more

except warm summer rain

and outside leaves rustle

it looks like it pelts

Face to face with my misery

I justify myself

and I hate every one

story of love usually bothers

I'm silent and ulcer bites me

Tired, sick and too vulnerable

trashy, desperate and a little sleepy

outside birds fell to their faces

if they ever saw me

(2x)

Ref. 4x

it looks like it pelts

• Artist:Riblja Čorba
• Album:Priča o ljubavi obično ugnjavi