Skupe stvari, brza kola, oduvek su život moj
Noći lude, diskoteke, al' to više nije to
Sva ta fama, sva ta drama moja prošlost postaće
Lažne priče, lažni ljudi lažni uvek ostaće
Ref.
Ma šta će meni ovi dukati na vratu
I šta mi vredi to što kupam se u zlatu
kad svake noći tuga teče mi kroz vene
Treba mi neko ko umro bi za mene
Dijamanti, brilijanti, koga to još zanima
kada dama sedi sama i tako već danima
Ni Versaći ni Armani više ne primećujem
Ništa mene to ne drži, to me ne usrećuje
Hej ti malena, ne leti
Nije sve to život tvoj, ni ti nisi samo broj
Zato pazi kako hodaš, pazi dušu da ne prodaš
Ducats
Expensive things, fast cars have been my life since forever
Crazy nights, discotheques, but that's not it anymore
All that fuss, all that drama will become my past
Fake stories, fake people will always remain fake
Ref.
What will I have from those ducats on my neck
And what is it worth to me to bathe in gold
when sorrow flows trough my veins every night
I need someone who'd die for me
Diamonds, brilliants, who cares about that anymore
When lady sits alone and it goes like that for days
I don't notice anymore nor Versace nor Armani
Nothing of that is holding me, it's not making me happy
Hey you, little one, don't rush (lit. fly)
Not all of it is your life and you're not just a number
So watch your steps (lit. where you walk), watch not to sell your soul