Sutra je subota
nekom sasvim obican dan
neko ce na vrelo bosne
a neko ce pospremati stan
Sutra je subota
kazu bice oblacno
sutra ces tiho znam
reci da, konacno
Budi bolja prema njemu
u kuhinji, u postelji
bas u svemu
Za mene ne pitaj
o meni ne pricaj
nikom, pa ni njemu
Sutra je subota
obuci onu prekrasnu bijelu
svi ce sem mene
biti u crnom, svecanom odijelu
Ne placi, o ne placi
nisi ti ni za sto kriva
takav je zivot tvoj
nikad go, vazda stativa
Ljubav je dar, ljubav je zar
ljubav je pozar
Tomorrow is Saturday
a very ordinary day
someone will spring for Bosnia
and someone to clean the apartment
Tomorrow is Saturday
say will be cloudy
tomorrow I'll quietly
say that, finally
Be better for him
in the kitchen, in bed
bass in all
For me, do not ask
Do not talk about me
nobody, not even him
Tomorrow is Saturday
training beyond the beautiful white
everyone except me will
be in the black, solemn suit
Do not cry, do not cry about
not you for nothing wrong
Such is the life of your
never go, always a tripod
Love is a gift, love is right
love is a fire
