Neke Su Zene Pratile Vojnike

Now your eyes mean so much to me
and like through a fog, images line up,
hey, machine, let the steam out stronger,
some women followed soldiers.
I know whiners aren't heroes from Sparta,
luckily, in the compartment, no one beside me
- Good evening, may I have your tickets,
I need some lovely ladies tonight.
The whole car stinks of dirty feet,
chicken, beer, drunken idiots,
I curse that rotten God
for why the train broke down on me?
And I'd give myself as a gift to anyone
'cause none of you know my shipwrecks.