trat
hat
all
old
ethics
I don't know, I don't know,
I don't know, I
don't know.
Every day the same madness,
Heaven judged me for pain,
Money, money, money, money everyone rushes,
Listen to me, you!
In the morning, worry about the fun,
And about the things of your life,
And the short,
let it be carried,
Let the whole Balkan tremble!
Let the whole Balkan tremble!
We have long lost the dream,
No one is normal anymore,
And about the things of your life,
And the short,
let it be carried,
Let the whole Balkan tremble!