Ljutnja i tuga

Ljutnja je mala
kao sreća
kada ju je tuga pozvala;
ljuta i tuga
sada traže nekog drugog.

Rhytm

It sleeps inside of him.
He wears a smile on his shirt;
he lives rock'n'roll in New York
and he drives bike for living.

Cambridge does not care
about Easter or my birthday;
pause is as short as my hair,
rhytm is the bay.

Don't try to change my opinion
about this form of art,
'cause times are getting tough
and music's all I've got.

Intelligent Humour

Watch out! Your intelligent humour
is strolling down the street, alone.
It could get eaten by a beast
drawn, off the hook, on the wall.
It might dip its foot in reality;
not good in 21st century...

Don't park here! Your intelligent humour
has high voltage and high power;
the transformer is your mother,
who feeds you Bući bući before her fitness class.
Play your intelligent humor pornography -
the symbol of freedom in 21st century.

Lacquer

Kurt, please come back
and don't kill yourself
this time.
I feel all the pain you sing,
although it's not mine.

The lacquer on the floor
of your bedroom in Seattle
still bleeds your celebral cortex
and fights your battles.
It's sticky on my shoes
and it's allergic to the moon;
"take your time, hurry up",
bring me a spoon
of heaven.

Why Not Have a Band When I'm in College?

The orthodox cruch is not my enemy.
I live in the 21st century;
we should no longer fight against popular beliefs,
but for our dreams.

My country has been in peace
for the last 18 years.
Syrians know how much that means.
I should not be aksing you for respect
instead of finding a way to earn it from myself.

My only wish is to study composition;
I'll be an artist,
not a dentist.
Since music makes you live longer,
why not have a band later,
when I'm in college?