(Vojko V)
At the station by the town hall four highschool girls sat down.
They wear white convers and type on their cells.
I go into 37th and white convers are here again
Every woman wears them, every man, even the driver
Twilight zone in Split, I'm starting to be afraid
How many of them, my dear, you can't count them
Punkers, fancy girls, milfs and highschool girls
They all wear whitecoloured canvas', who could even remeber
Puma sneakers from 2007
Everybody wants convers, high ones, white, you wear
Black ones, you're a grunge glue sniffin' person
Even Sansa Stark has withe converse shoes
This year in Split women wear one thing only
White converse, a gray tutu and a leather overcoat
(Chorus)
White convers, white convers
90% of women wear white converse
They used to be two, three german marks
Now they cost five hundred kunas, white converse
(Ivo Ivos)
You like the first prom night
And other rituals, you like candle light dinners
Your being predictable never was a problem for you
On Saint Duje Day you walk around with a wooden windbag
When you go to matches, you wear white converse
And you don't know the rules nor for basket not the soccer
A scarf around your waste, the stands- a prince's castle
You came to a ball and when there's a goal
You glance at the prince - all smoked and drunk
As he throws bananas at the black player from Dinamo
You do all your mother used to do
And your mother worked in the garden* for a while
When everyone was on MySpace, you were on MySpace
Today on Facebook you do a duckface
From the hook you waddle in high heels
Hangover in the morning you walk in converse by the sea
(Chorus)
White convers, white convers
90% of women wear white converse
They used to be two, three german marks
Now they cost five hundred kunas, white converse
(Zondo)
I go out and I carry a black marker
So i could autograph your white converse
On pictures you wiggle as a bimbo
You put a status: Who's up for inbox?
I scroll down, nothing but sluts
I scroll more down, more and more sluts