The streets are crowded with people, talking to themselves
They sometimes smile but you can't hear a sound
Their gaze is passing through me
They don't see me, they don't see anyone
The belly of Čobanković, the brooch of Jadranka?
Set up working places, bribed judges?
Whores, drugs, alcohol, what?
What fucked up all this people?
Just a smile and a cigar in the mouth
The geniuses have gone insane
What destroyed them?
The food we eat?
The world we live in?