Babylon [English translation]

Like a child, who was lost from his mother

I'm standing at the outskirts of the city named Babylon

I don't understand anything, I don't get it

And I don't have any plan

In the foriegn city, all the streets are unfamiliar

Foreign letters, foreign beauties

They want strange banknotes from me in the taxi

Big like a circus tent

Hands made of paper, legs made of lead

Signals from the space and pictures from Kosovo

On the run from the world, at the gates of modern history

Modern history...

Tatterdemalions are hungrily walking around full tables

They are drinking with straws unfinished coca-cola

In the main street there is - dressed in jester's hat -

Walking apostle John

I wanted to go through the arcade to another yard

But on the traffic light there is a red man

First, all that is brown

Then the big boss

The man who kicked me said sorry

And then he went, but it hurts

Like he wanted to hurt me

And what is dripping from my knee

Is mine, not his blood

Hands made of paper, legs made of lead

Signals from the space and pictures from Kosovo

On the run from the world, at the gates of modern history

Modern history...

I go alone with a cart among shelves

I'll buy everything, that was waiting for me

Oil paint, divers to soda water

The grater for carrots

In a rubber mask of beautiful lady Marilyn

And at the top of it, in satin shirt

Red flowers in my hair, I'll storm to the toilet

And I'll say: "Here I am"

And there will be silence, they will be surprised

All those cowboys, glad they are still alive

And not a drop of wine will drip on the floor

On the tiled floor

Hands made of paper, legs made of lead

Signals from the space and pictures from Kosovo

On the run from the world, at the gates of modern history

Modern history...

Red smile, white face

Like a child who was lost from his mother

Like a bird, that fell from the nest

I'll flap my wings and fly from everyone

I'll flap my wings and fly from everyone

I'll flap my wings and fly from everyone