Nostalgična [English translation]

It may be that I spent what few tears I had

To irrigate the valley of sevdah and blues

The world is a sad place, there will never be justice

For those who want only to live and work

And to love and laugh at everything like in a joke

And I wonder if there's any point in making children

Bringing them into a world where life and freedom

Are commodities that some magnate will sell

And these old melodies bring up memories

Of pure nostalgia, and I don't know what hit me

My old man with sideburns, my mom with a huge perm

My sister, and me all covered in ice cream

And everything is far away and mysterious

But to a child, everything looks glorious

I know, not everything was perfect then

But it seems to me, much nicer

And these rain drops seem to whisper "never again"

Because everything passes, it remains only inside us

In our hearts, in our minds and in the photo album

Every picture tells a story so that I will never forget

The smiling faces of some old friends

Some are gone, only shadows are left

A part of me must have disappeared along with them

But it comes back with rain and the south wind

Some old song, nostalgia and sorrow

Sometimes I wonder if it really had to happen this way

And I think, it really had to, when this world is cursed

Good people always get the wrong end

And that's why I hope that there's heaven and hell

Some higher court, a divine justice

To judge and punish every one of those bastards

Who wished for war and wished for blood

But let him who is without sin cast the first stone

It's ironic really, that I'm quoting Christ

Being one of those raised in a family of atheists

In the dark, in a mixed marriage

In some faraway country, now only in the air

(And that's where the stork brought me)

Yes, not to hate, and to be honest, sincere and loyal

But the difference between good and evil

I didn't learn from a friar, imam or a priest

When those that fell from the pear tree came to power

God's people gave their blessings to rifles

They sent sheep to their deaths for their only god

For the madness of their ideologue

And when hate reigns, reason isn't the remedy

And madness always changes the course of history

And writes out a new, bloody page

In a land of peasants in the mountainous Balkans

That's why I'm flying high above the tormented ground

Far above conceptions of good and evil

High up, towards the sun, to the heavens

(Where SMS messages mingle)

I'm stepping out of this time

And diving into a long gone, forgotten dream

Into a better day, full of laughter and jokes

Where people are happy, and their children too

They're gazing into tomorrow with smiling faces

They're full of hope, and in that world of justice

Equality, brotherhood and liberty

(The world of love is where my thoughts are leading me)

And I still believe that on this planet

One day all people will be able to live in happiness

Reason, love and knowledge will build paradise

And know this - the song won't end with irony

• Artist:T.B.F
• Album:Maxon Universal (2004)