The sky is up to something again
(Meeting of the stars above Milocer)
While we are waiting for Montenegro Express
The fuckboy over there
A crook and voyeur
Violently peaking trough cypress
Chorus
Quiet, love,
Lay on my shoulder
The hills and the water are driving me crazy
Quiet, everything is known
And all the stories are told
There is noting to be added
A grain of salt on your cheek
A detail for a postcard
You'll admit to me once from which world you come from
Strangers in caravans
It's a long way to there
They've wasted their part of summer
Chorus
The distant fire on the shore
Colors on the sand
We've tried many places
But it's really nice here
You're tired, love, you should be
You're sexy like that
Shake it a little, no one says you can't
Two clouds like two snowballs
Being silly above Budva*
While we're waiting for Montenegro Express
Chorus
Quiet, quiet, quiet my love