The mayor of the municipality
Forked out for a big party in a small village
Next to the belfry - a big stage
Tonight - Hladno pivo, tomorrow - Severina
Ohhhhh Severina, ohhhhhh the stew
Dressed up mothers swear at drunk daddies,
Kids in a cloud made of cotton candy
And all these images return me right away
To a pimpled flyweight-class weirdie
Who could never breathe in his hometown
Trade fair and stew, welcome to the middle of nowhere!
Trade fair and stew, welcome to the middle of nowhere!
There, they shove noses in curtains and peek behind the fence
Is that his girlfriend or wife, notes provide a good life
Check out his ride, he's showing off a little bit
What's that on his leg
I hope it's not a tattoo
(I hope it's not a tattoo)
She's lying on my hand and I'm caressing her breast
The rooster is seriously announcing the dawn
I say: "A little town made for a quiet life."
She says: "Don't shit, Mile, you're not on the stage."
Trade fair and stew, welcome to the middle of nowhere!
Trade fair and stew, welcome to the middle of nowhere!