December 1992.
S E E D S O F E V I L
Belgrade is so nice in the spring time,
when the sun shines around,
and nice pretty weomen through the town:
are moving slowly...
Belgrade, evil spirits from the past
are among us, calling for the blood,
and I know nothing is the same anymore
changed forever...
Politicians at the streets,
a lot of angry speech,
crowd is turning to a mob,
thirsty for the blood,
and I knew, something'd be wrong.
And that night, they had badly turned me down,
When some men: bombed Sarajevo town,
and I knew, there was doubt anymore:
THEY CAME FROM BELGRADE.
Belgrade,
I will never come again:
to your streets and soccer fields,
and to nice, pretty women in the town:
SEEDS OF EVIL.
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