Any letters about Dalmatia
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It becomes a hit at least in Dalmatia
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And the chili split blossomed branch
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Made of techno concrete Mediterranean flower
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Where bottle collectors don't give a drink
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On the mat, you only hear the guy is empty
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Look at the mayor, you will understand
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City of Treasurer and Warehouseman
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40,000 unemployed shopping center opens
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I dream of a place where souls come out, the storm blows
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I carry those transparent images towards the sea
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The house in the grandmother's field is peeling off the faces in the basin
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Pictures of sea salt sprinkled crickets
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Rhythms products that reduce the biggest threads
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And they degenerate into something that is very beautiful
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Suddenly I don't care, I'm breathing slowly
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Now calm with the eye with the flow of thoughts through the brain
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Normal speeds through crowds and noise
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No stomach acid away from
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The dust of split from the sea is more transparent than the wind
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Dalmatia dalmatia
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Digid digi di digidi (x2)
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9 less 5 waiting for warm small talkan d teton
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August my face is melting and dripping on the concrete
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Hat on your flip flops find me at the firm at the meeting
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See how discouraged the business plan is
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Son, sit in the parking lot in 10 minutes
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Grandma sent the pork food is in foil
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My dishes have AIDS on the wall
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They carry crumbs of čevap and prpe
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The peasants fart on my couch
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He buys a dream of plastic cups
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You drink from the glass again in piles
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The opera's characters swallowed the pictures
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Now the galleries are being swallowed up by failed dignitaries
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The noses are stranded on the white beach
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When the sun sets behind the log I reach all the way to the filter
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Shugaman smelled of lavender
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A cypress tape pops on Marjan
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And we laugh at each lapan
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On procurators when Split
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Split Tuga Festival
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We forced ourselves on the mule so we could make fun
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Every guy has a beer
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When he leaves, there is nothing but sardines that swim
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And love will hurt And the sun will shine
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More seagulls and palm trees and here is dalmacija pivaj
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Dalmatia dalmatia
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Digid digi di digidi (x2)
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Brother, don't be happy when Hajduk wins
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I am glad to feel the wind in summer
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Well I be here that you can threaten me
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I'll be here and lose my appetite
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7 years st wine is in my liver
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And I just want everyone around me to be happy
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Because I want to share time with them
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And I can always call them when I move
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7 years of st smoke is in my lungs
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I don't know what effect he left
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I know what it's like to float on the high seas
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Save the fish as they taught me
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7 years st woman is in my eyes
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And again I have to start again at 27
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Who will rejuvenate me for another 7 years
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If not the goddess whose story is just beginning
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For 7 years my shadow has been licking this concrete
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I'm just a puppet and this city is a mess
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And these people are all part of me even if they love
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They think I'm not their child
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I put the truth in the verse And you can't take that away from me
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Croner with a bottle dressed in a raincoat
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Like John Cusack I walk happily through the center in the rain
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And I don't think I'll ever be the same again
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Listen to your song, listen to your beer
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O vaporu ca plovi I srdeli ca pliva
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And love hurts because my heart loves you
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Your body is salty like a grain of sea salt
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When it's time for the holy duje I go for a walk
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On matejušku I šperun I kada dojden kuci
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I'll stab my feather in a pound of corpse meat
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I drank to drink and I danced all night
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And I will drink only dalmatia, dalmatia |