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?
Black son, sin follows me, I wander the city, small hours
And when I return home, my mother is waiting crying
Black son, sin follows me, I wander the city, small hours
And when I return home, my mother is waiting crying
What are you doing, black son? You want to kill your mother?
What are you doing, black son? You want to kill your mother?
You want to kill your mother?
I wander, I spend my days with God, I have no peace, no small
I drank all the bars, so let them arrest me - I'll do shit
Mom, don't call, don't write for free, I'll be back when the painter lets me go
Veins in crisis, then vodka on the wounds, another glass, then everything on my mind
And I, Mom, just drank, sadness killed me tonight
Don't ask me where I was, where she went
Black son, sin follows me, I wander the city, small hours
And when I return home, my mother is waiting crying
Black son, sin follows me, I wander the city, small hours
And when I return home, my mother is waiting crying
What are you doing, black son? You want to kill your mother?
What are you doing, black son? You want to kill your mother?
You want to kill your mother?
Alcohol, women - I don't know where I am, there are a hundred problems around me
Forgive me, mother, for being a sinner, for not being home again
January - cold gray, Belgrade, black son, full throttle - James Dean
A head like Arizona, not letting me sleep
Everything is just hers, and only she is gone
Let's cry one more time just like we used to
Black son, sin follows me, I wander the city, small hours
And when I return home, my mother is waiting crying
Black son, sin follows me, I wander the city, small hours
And when I return home, my mother is waiting crying
What are you doing, black son? You want to kill your mother?
What are you doing, black son? You want to kill your mother?
What are you doing, black son? You want to kill your mother?
What are you doing, black son? You want to kill your mother?