Whenever I walk the street with your name
I think of that song
I've been singing it for years now
no one needs an old refrain
And people remember the songs for a short time, commander
The story about us will remain in books:
Balkans at the end of one century
Every tribe draws ther own border
Everyone would want their page
The dreams are melting as an iceberg, hey commander
The flags are on the barricades again
people are out as if t was a holiday
and they are taking children out of the morning classes
to see hungry workers
And where are we, naive
who stand up on the Hey Slavs
as if we were made up of that story
Times are tricky for the guy like me
who minds his own business
I'm not crazy so that they could wind me up
I only have Yugoslavia
All of the other torches are burning without me, commander
And everyone is there to win that lottery
they are always the fastest on the barricades
but never the wisest
And where are we, naive
who stand up on the Hey Slavs
as if we were made up of that story
And tricked
and when I walk the street with your name
I think of panta rei
Some guy out there
will throw a rock on your monument too
Because everything changes, and everything flows... Man