Pjesma mom mladjem bratu [English translation]

City of Niš, city of Niš

Ludwig van... fifth symphony

I'll never make it into heaven on this shortcut

Innoculated like this against a rare infection

The night slumbers

That lying poppy

Does death sleep

In this crazy hour?

Oo, oo, oo - the darkness whispers

A bad day, how are you

My little brother? It's raining right up to the sky

We'll end up alone, you and I

In a world where you don't even need family

Sleep's pressing

Sticky and strong

Does death sleep

In this crazy hour?

Oo, oo, oo - the darkness whispers