I haven't told this to anyone
As if I was waiting for you little one
Life is not like in the books
So, remember this what I'm saying
This is the truth.
There were wars and ways of the cross
Grandma with children remained alone
My dad didn't like Yugoslavia
All he had was football
Hajduk and Dinamo*
Homeland is in our veins
homeland is in us.
During 70ties I was like you
The rose blossomed, our spring
And then suddenly many have disappeared
We didn't talk about this, we didn't see them
until 90ties.
Every autumn when it's rain
Our neighbour Griva lights the candle
Once he also had a son
When Vukovar was burning, he never
returned from there.
Now it's modern to wear checked**
And later some ''weird music''
That's why you must promise to your dad
That one day, all this you will tell
to your son.