The music will beat very hard, I will drink Nikšić there
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I'm walking around Budva, I've been to Bojan before
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We were all thirsty when it was salty
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Pour zero tri’es to keep me warm
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The sun is hot, the crate of beer is in the shade
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By the rules of everything: discipline order and work
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In Petrovac on the Beach Bar or Sutomore, Bar
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Zero five and zero two, the team is here, I'm not alone
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Sometimes Kotor, Herceg Novi, and sometimes Tivat
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Gather a team to peel a cold dial
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At 35 degrees, the thermometer is alive
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Lower road by the sea, Boko my dear
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I do everything for you through the center of Podgorica
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In Bokeško, one continues
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Sometimes we are in Nikšić and sometimes in Žabljak
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I'm having fun with you, there's a toast
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Amo, popit, amo popit po pivo…
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I saw Nikšić in the pictures of my great-grandfather
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I don't miss him even now, I find him in every store
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But when it's hard for me to go, then I prefer to
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Someone else jumps in - I say it's my birthday
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To drink beer, we hang out on the pontoons
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A new tour of Nikšić in cans is underway
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Some more girls would like to have a drink with us
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Which they carry a few more in their armbands
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From Lovćen, the cold streams play a murmur
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I'm lying down, doing nothing, not feeling tired
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Don't ask, we live that cruel life for you
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Selected team and Cetinje humor
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We drink, we cheer for ours to the bone
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It is poured into Berane from a "mason's" bottle!
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When I drink I don't drive, so a taxi driver will come
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The joke jokes are coming, the landing is coming
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From Nikšić we tread the Montenegrin hills
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The extra freshness is in a full backpack that I feel
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My crate is cold in Lake Plav
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I buy it at the gas station, on Sundays, when nothing works
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Everyone knows that there is nothing better than ‘cold beer’
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Those who are obliged to drink always escape
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But there is a place where I am respected and loved
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My friends call me, Bijelo Polje is wide
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Amo, popit, amo popit po pivo… |