Crna Gora, Bar

'Hello postman, tell me, is this Montenegro, Bar
Now I will explain to you what the matter is
Here is Belgrade, calling Boro, Djoko's son
Known among the people as a womanizer

Somewhere on the locomotive there was a malfunction
In the tunnel on the Belgrade to Bar line
I don't know if it's Mojkovac or Kolasin
But Boro, the womanizer, will arrive on time

In the tunnel, thank God, darkness fell
She was thin and weak, and I was very strong
Especially hated pretending to be nice
Because they don't call me a womanizer for nothing

'Hello postman, how much does this call cost
My feet stank as if I were a rat
She fainted, then lay down
And I jumped on her so she wouldn't run away

'Hello postman, tell me, is this Montenegro, Bar
I forgot my underwear, that's the problem
That's a sad song that black people call blues
But I can't walk around naked
Ojha!