Hey, I remember when we all were Valter
and mixed mortar for Brcko-Banovic railway
but now when even a mate can wear a bra
I see that this democracy
is not really for us
we all really became idiots, huh
I hear in Belgrade
Vila Maria is being watched
the only thing I don't understand why they all call her
hawk among uncles
And they are giving our lime tree
to Europe every day
and on every party, like we are Turkish
hell, folk singers roll
Chorus
All is the same, only he's gone
Brega brought Dugme back together
summer is hot, winter with a lot of snow
All is the same, only he's gone
And what I know, and if I knew, I would separate
my country in 6 republics
but like that so Podgorica is capital city
and that every day is a day off
except for Friday, when people would work
on preparation for pause for weekend
Everyone loved him
In the end everyone cried
On every picture of pub's wall
we still keep him
Everyone stopped
but Skopje still remembered
now everyone wants him to come
but there's no more 'we can wait'
Chrorus.
We were fine then and now
We are still OK
We'll come to Belgrade on New Year
go for a walk in the House of flowers
drink a cup of coffee in Mercator
all is as it is, it's still our home
heh, you rock old man, you were a fine guy
And we could go to Tokyo
with a nose like on Pinocchio
they all lied to us with pleasure
but he lied the best
We used to sing him songs ,
waited for him from Africa
we used to have a sea and what would we do
if there was no Ada Ciganlija.
Chorus.