For old Yugo-nostalgics:
Tili ste drugog od prvog trena
Cestitog momka iz najboje kuce
Niste joj dali da postane žena
Niste joj dali da je srce vuce.
Tili ste drugog, to ste joj rekli
I to da Å¡oldi ne rastu na grani
Nego nek cuva sve ca ste stekli
I ca ste za nju cuvali na strani.
Jubi sam, jubi vašu 'cer
Ma niste tili marinera
Tili ste momka na svom mistu
Tili ste zeta inžinjera.
Jubi sam, jubi vašu 'cer
Ja koji ne znam di bi sada
Sad kad je davno tuda žena
Ca vridi srcu da se nada.
Niste joj dali ni da mi piše
Kako se budi kad se svega siti
I kako more prica sve tiše
I kako cesto zaladi i liti.
Niste joj dali da sricu krije
A niste znali da u mraku place
Za vas sam osta isto ka prije
Susidov mali sa cetvero brace
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