Pediculis pubis [English translation]

It was November - either the sky was crying or God pissing

When I saw her like a soaked mouse

In the dark, I shared some gum with her

I told her, listen girl, you'll get pneumonia

Come to my place, my house is just round the corner

And I smiled, and since then I've been scratching

Yeah, yeah, yeah

December in Sarajevo, Holiday Inn

The lady's consuming tonic and gin

Smiling sweetly, she's from Zagreb

Here for a short trip

And while it's snowing outside, she talks about Krleža

Come on, woman, let it go, I'm not into that

Let's go upstairs, you beautiful being

Pediculis pubis

Pediculis, pediculis pubis

There were warm drinks, jokes and laughs

The central heating drying her dress

Idyllic - she was naked

Just like ever other stupid male pig

Slowly, slowly, I rose like yeast

That's how we Serbs are... and that's why I'm itchy

Yeah, yeah, yeah

And who would have thought, in a room full of perfume

With her, the queen of soaps, oils and creams

What a mistake - man, am I itchy!

This is a hundred times worse, hundred times blacker than in Niš

When I had the clap in the army

This happy Bosnian bit down, bit down on a bug

Pediculis pubis

Pediculis, pediculis pubis