My grandpa has been ploughing the heaven crops for ages
but the grandma has kept all his chattel and the icon of our saint
The day i was born here they have planted a walnut
and in the garden, under it's dense crown
now some new kids are playing
New kids on the block, some new youngsters, unknown cubs...
New kids on the block, some new youngsters, unknown cubs...
In haze, on cake, nine candles are flickering
They bestowed me few tangerines and a white bunny
Neighborhood gardens ripe each may indistinctively,
but cherries and green apricots some other kids are picking
New kids on the block, some new youngsters, unknown cubs...
New kids on the block, some new youngsters, unknown cubs...
My classmate Milutin, second desk by the door,
has a four year old son and he is teaching him fishing.
Sometimes I stumble upon him
He salutes through his car window
and in the port, some new kids chase the ball
New kids on the block, some new youngsters, unknown cubs...
New kids on the block, some new youngsters, unknown cubs...
And me, i am gambling with this trickster - life
each new day he then pulls out the ace up his sleeve
And the elders, they tell me: "It's your time to shine"
But in the Jovan Cvijić street some other kids are bred
New kids on the block, some new youngsters, unknown cubs...
New kids on the block, some new youngsters, unknown cubs...