Ja imam krvotok od benzinapred mojim očima ravan putovo je žestoka mačinanebo mastilo mesec žut
Nisam blesav da brojim zvezdebrojim znake i linijepsi laju na karavanea karavani prolaze
Kao tanak snar šušti prasina442 do Beogradagume škripe bluz kilometara442 do Beograda442 do Beograda
Mozak radi na kiseonikljubav okreče točkovemotor svetli ko svetionikbrzina skida okove
I have the bloodstream of gasolineIn front of my eyes is straight pathThis is a fierce machineSky is as ink and moon is yellow
I'm not foolish to count the starsI have counted road signs and linesDogs are barking at the caravanand the caravans are passing
As thin the Snar* dust is rustling442 to BelgradeWheels creak the blues of kilometers442 to Belgrade442 to Belgrade
The brain runs on oxygenThe love rotates wheelsEngine shines as the beaconA speed breaks the shackles