Vse mi preseda, vse se mi upira,
gnila ta družba, ki samo blefira.
Dosti mi je šminkerskega smrada
lepih deklic, ki vsaka da ti rada.
Frajer je le tisti, ki podira
vse, kar leze, kar se ne upira.
„Jutri bo bolje, novica je že znana,”
lažejo znanci iz teve ekrana.
Ouou, želim si na Jamajko,
proti soncu vodim svojo barko.
O, mama, mama, želim si na Jamajko,
na Jamajko, ou jejeje.
Dosti mi je nakladanja na plaži,
blefiraj drugim, sebi vsaj ne laži.
Družba moja opija se, tekmuje,
Turnaround, every now and then I get a
little bit lonely and you're never coming
round
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit tired of listening to the sound of
my tears
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit nervous that the best of all the
years have gone by
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit terrified and then I see the look in
your eyes
Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and
then I fall apart
Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and
then I fall
... and the road becomes my bride
I have stripped of all but pride
so in her I do confide
and she keeps me satisfied
gives me all I need
... and with dust in throat I crave
only knowledge will I save
to the game you stay a slave
rover, wanderer
nomad, vagabond
call me what you will
but I'll take my time anywhere
free to speak my mind anywhere
and I'll redefine anywhere
anywhere I roam
where I lay my head is home
... and the earth becomes my thron
I ada
Dolga črta kokaina po Ljubljani
tihi zvončki, in sani drvijo skozi
ruševine, črni jelen vleče
se pogreza v meglo - in kaj potem?
Ljubljana, zatočišče psihopatov
prazno zaletavanje avtomobilov
nekaj odskočnih desk za skoke v globino
vse to mesto nama pleše pred očmi
Ko se zadeta potikava po njem
vlečeva popers in se reživa
ker kako bo vse odšlo
Baloni, stroji, množica, ki gomazi
vse te zabija v zemljo
in ne veš kako bi se obrnil ...
Brane Mozetič, Poezija na cesti 2002
