Sorry to the friends I've lost
To my family that I never see
Imagine me happy
In the depths of a foggy cellar on an old upright piano
Stopping living in the eyes of others
To feel alive in moments of grace
Me, I have a gift
I scream into a crappy microphone and I transcend myself

I'm tired of never seeing the horizon
And of seeing so well the depths of men
Paname loves me little, it's mutual
So I do everything to get out of here
It's been a while since I left Besac
I don't recognize anyone in the streets of my city
Maybe it's not really my city anymore
I've already said it, no, I have no homeland

Yet I have two passports
On them, in black and white, there's Popovic
I finish the album and I head to the homeland
Heading to Montenegro in a van
Today I leave Paris to finish the tracks in the South
This summer I'll tour Europe in a van
I'll lay my bags in the Balkans
Breathe the warm air, enjoy the calm

I wake up in nameless cities
I go to the same PMU across from the station
I order the same bad coffee
In truth, only the owner changes
Since I understood that we don't heal
I feel more myself than before
Now I believe in paradise
And I know we only meet far from home

I do what I have to do and I return to the country
What keeps me going is the pride of my ancestors
So I look you in the eyes
I tell you love hater, love hater
I travel the world thanks to my songs
I live from encounters, from travels
Then I'll head to the homeland to live my life there
In Zeta, MNE

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