Šta sve o tebi sirota moja nisu pricalito više ne bi ni pas s maslom mog'o pojestibilesi da si nakon svegau naše snove dovela njegabilesi da ti se baš dopada način na koji propadam
Šta sve o tebi sirota moja i sad govoreto više nije ni stvar jala ni ljubomoreto je nešto više od toganekome lijek a nekom drogaja znam, ima tu malo istine a malo sudbine
Ref.A ne misli da pijemja to ne smijemja potpuno trijezan umirem
what they didn't talk about you,my poor,that the dog couldn't even eat with fatthey talked that after everythingyou brought him into our dreamsthey talked that you like just the way I go down
what do they talk about you even now,my poor,that's not the question of anger nor jealousy anymoreit's something more than thatfor someone a cure and for someone drugsI know there's a little bit of truth and a little bit of destiny there
and don't think that I drinkI'm not allowed toI'm dying completely sober