Ekatarina Velika "Ruke" Liedtext

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Misli na ruke kao vesnike bure
Voli svaki prst ponaosob

Opipaj nabor na svilenoj suknji
Zaparaj noktom do bola

Seti se dana kad su ulicne tuce
bile ispit za dećaštvo

Napiši mi reci koje jačaju ruke
crtaj konan, zmaj, JNA

Think of arms as of couriers of the storm
And love each finger separately.

Feel the wrinkles on the silk skirt
Scratch with nails until you bleed.

Remember the days when street fights
Used to be manliness test

Write down the words that strengthen the arms
Draw Conan, a dragon, JNA.