Za jednom kapi čistoga života [English translation]

(Massimo)

Sometimes at night I go home a bit drunk

And I ask myself why do I drink?

Because

There are no stars, 'cause of mud everywhere

And because the heart is at all times preparing to break.

(Arsen)

Sometimes at night I go home a bit drunk

And I ask myself why do I drink?

Because

There are no stars, 'cause of mud everywhere

And because the heart is at all times preparing to break.

Oh, fill up a jug of red vine, pour

The glasses to the top! -- Look, the life messes around:

It's digging us a hole behind someone else's fence.

It's digging us a hole behind someone else's fence.

Thoughts burn me, heart breaks, in the throat

A thurst stinges, one like we never knew:

For a drop of pure life

For a drop of pure life

Sometimes at night I go home a bit drunk

And I ask myself why do I drink?

Because

There are no stars, 'cause of mud everywhere

And because the heart is at all times preparing to break.

Because I listen how the dying ones

Curse the life, while a dark cluster of

Clouds tear down, and the thunders follow

By rumbling over rooftops.

Everything, everything troubles me.

Everything, everything troubles me.

Everything, everything troubles me.

Oh, fill up a jug of red vine, pour

The glasses to the top! -- Look, the life messes around:

It's digging us a hole behind someone else's fence.

It's digging us a hole behind someone else's fence.

Thoughts burn me, heart breaks, in the throat

A thurst stinges, one like we never knew:

For a drop of pure life

For a drop of pure life

For one drop of pure life