Otišo je svak ko valja (Zasviraj blues, cigane mladi)

Hey, young gipsy, play some blues
This public wants some easy tunes
Explain them that tonight
Rambo isn’t feeling alright

All the good ones are gone
Either abroad, or to heaven
Only scoundrels and victims are left
Just like us, sharing the same bed

I’ve gone through east, Sunday, Wednesday, January,
Genitive, dative, village, south and December
Destiny’s the same, whether you’re a comrade or a ser

Last night I watched TV and saw a computer
My uncle at the village has a high-tech plow
Destiny’s the same, whether you’re a comrade or a ser

I broke “nacve”, was a lathe worker
I can play gusle as well as a “moog” synthesizer
I used glades as toilets, used some trees as cover
Destiny’s the same, whether you’re a comrade or a ser

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