Beskućnik [English translation]

When they tell me "your life is beautiful"

A slow walk, a wide smile

You must have grown under the sun and palm trees

The star was named after you

You run factories of clouds

And you sniff money like a hunting dog

You talk to people so easily

You can sing in seven languages

With your words, hearts get broken

It's said that you know and act

But not everyone can see

Yes, that's your strongest skill

And you don't have a home, a home, and you don't have a home

Where is your home, home, where is your home?

My life is beautiful because I paint it1

It's easy for me to walk because I don't care

And my smile is just a memory

The only heart that's broken like asphalt,

On this aimless road that doesn't lead to a home,

is mine

The eyes of a layman see a man

But they are blind to that child

Who's screaming inside "help"

Because he has no home, home, home

Where is my home, home, where is my home?

Because he has no home, home, because he has no home

Where is my home, home, where is my home?

1. by myself