In hard January I'll put gypsy eyes
If I can
To follow February everywhere, 'cause she has shorter leg
For March I'll give vacuum cleaner for ''Babine huke''
Let the carnival opened by April and stripped our hands, to welcome the sun
The sun comes out and goes down
The Earth turns
What time's doing of man
People aren't rocks
May is place in the heaven, 'cause earth becomes green
July is month to the chin and music beckons
While counting the stars till the morning
We become alone
August burns
The sun comes out and goes down
The Earth turns
What time's doing of man
People aren't rocks
September carries the spring again
October, the love and rain
November is dark and day is to the five(pm)
December delete the years
The sun comes out and goes down
The Earth turns
What time's doing of man
People aren't rocks
Where does the hours go
And each return
And days are multiplied
Where they went, oh God