Driving through the streets
Like it’s Monaco Grand Prix
Rakija passing, Prodigy blasting
We are from the city where dreams live and die
Can’t you see that in our rainbow-colored eyes?
In kafana we didn’t calm down,
Didn’t sober up,
We made a real mess,
Now Gypsies play for us a Lost Lamb!
We are children of the nineties
With the rainbow-colored eyes
We can be a little wild
Blame it on our Balkan blood
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