Crni sin, greh me prati, lutam gradom, sitni sati
A kad kući ja se vratim, uplakana čeka mati
Crni sin, greh me prati, lutam gradom, sitni sati
A kad kući ja se vratim, uplakana čeka mati
Crni sin, greh me prati, lutam gradom, sitni sati
A kad kući ja se vratim, uplakana čeka mati
Crni sin, greh me prati, lutam gradom, sitni sati
A kad kući ja se vratim, uplakana čeka mati
Što to radiš, crni sine? Hoćeš majku da ubiješ?
Što to radiš, crni sine? Hoćeš majku da ubiješ?
Hoćeš majku da ubiješ?
Lutam, Bogu trošim dane, nemam mira, nema male
Popio sam sve kafane, pa nek me hapse - napraviću sranje
Mama, ne zovi, ne piši džabe, vratiću se kad me pusti maler
Vene u krizi, pa votka na rane, još jedna čaša, pa svašta na pamet
A ja sam, mama, samo pio, ubila me je tuga noćas
Ne pitaj me gde sam bio, tamo gde je išla ona
Crni sin, greh me prati, lutam gradom, sitni sati
A kad kući ja se vratim, uplakana čeka mati
Crni sin, greh me prati, lutam gradom, sitni sati
A kad kući ja se vratim, uplakana čeka mati
Što to radiš, crni sine? Hoćeš majku da ubiješ?
Što to radiš, crni sine? Hoćeš majku da ubiješ?
Hoćeš majku da ubiješ?
Alkohol, žene - ne znam gde sam, oko mene sto problema
Oprosti, majko, što sam grešan, što me kući opet nema
Januar - hladan siv, Beograd, crn sin, pun gas - James Dean
Glava kao Arizona, ne da mi da zaspim
Sve je samo njeno, a samo nje nema
Da plačemo još jednom baš kao nekada
Crni sin, greh me prati, lutam gradom, sitni sati
A kad kući ja se vratim, uplakana čeka mati
Crni sin, greh me prati, lutam gradom, sitni sati
A kad kući ja se vratim, uplakana čeka mati
Što to radiš, crni sine? Hoćeš majku da ubiješ?
Što to radiš, crni sine? Hoćeš majku da ubiješ?
Što to radiš, crni sine? Hoćeš majku da ubiješ?
Što to radiš, crni sine? Hoćeš majku da ubiješ?
Damned son, sin follows me
I wander through the city, early hours
And when I get back home
My mother's waiting, crying
Damned son, sin follows me
I wander through the city, early hours
And when I get back home
My mother's waiting, crying
What are you doing, damned son?
Do you want your mother dead?
What are you doing, damned son?
Do you want your mother dead?
Do you want your mother dead?
I wander, spending God's days
I have no peace, no shorty
I've drunken all pubs
So let them arrest me, I’ll cause havoc
Momma don't call, don't write me, it's for nothin'
I’ll be back when bad luck lets me
Veins in a crisis, vodka for the wounds
Another shot, wild imagination
And I just drank, momma
Sadness killed me tonight
Don't ask me where I've been
Wherever she was
Damned son, sin follows me
I wander through the city, early hours
And when I get back home
My mother's waiting, crying
Damned son, sin follows me
I wander through the city, early hours
And when I get back home
My mother's waiting, crying
What are you doing, damned son?
Do you want your mother dead?
What are you doing, damned son?
Do you want your mother dead?
Do you want your mother dead?
Alcohol, women, don't know where I am
Around me (a hundred problems)
I’m sorry, mother, that I'm sinful
That I'm not home once again
January, cold and gray
Belgrade, black son
Full throttle, James Dean
Head like Arizona, I can't sleep
Everything is only hers, but she's the only one missing
To cry once again, just like we used to
Damned son, sin follows me
I wander through the city, early hours
And when I get back home
My mother's waiting, crying
Damned son, sin follows me
I wander through the city, early hours
And when I get back home
My mother's waiting, crying
What are you doing, damned son?
Do you want your mother dead?
What are you doing, damned son?
Do you want your mother dead?
Do you want your mother dead?
What are you doing, damned son?
Do you want your mother dead?
What are you doing, damned son?
Do you want your mother dead?