Why are the girls angry today
In my time it was different
I was born in nineteen fifty eight
Over Belgrade was blowing the wind (Yugo)
Still its easy for us to understand each other
Who says that we are bored?
If I would return in that time
I'll be with my mother the same as before
The character who dances and stands on the wall
They tell me its just a picture
Negosh's street girls walk
Let they watch in a picture of my face
Girls