[Verse 1]
We went on a trip together
On Saturday, me and Pišta
Our heart is beating from excitement
We've had three drinks

[Verse 2]
We left our children and wives at home
We took onions and Jäger
Large decorated bottles
Hidden in a secret compartment

[Verse 3]
"What a great day!" Pišta shouts
And grabs the steering wheel with joy
I open the gate to the front yard
A green maligan sits on the car radio

[Verse 4]
Get off the hills
So we can see the Zagorje
Get off the hills
We'rе going to the Zagorje
To the Zagorjе

[Verse 5]
The red Škoda rushes across the hills
Turns like Viennese waltz
Wine is pouring down our neck
Pišta and I are boys again
[Verse 6]
We spent all day singing
Jolly old songs
And at night we parked
At old Bara's inn

[Verse 7]
A moist darkness has fallen outside
Not a single house in sight
The inn, more important than ever
Pulls us towards itself

[Entr'acte]
Hey, Pišta
Hey, Pišta
Hey
Pišta
He-hey
Pišta
Pišta
Pišta
There, the inn!

[Bridge]
Pišta gives me a vile look
Something's bugging him as well
Something's pulling him towards itself as well
Something bigger than an inn
Something bigger than drinks
[Outro]
A station with a view of the corn
A bicycle, rested on a white poplar tree
A telephone is ringing in a chancellery
A child would write, a child would write

"The sky is a soft blue
Clouds and birds fly across it
Leaves are playing around my feet
Autumn is coming"