Hedley, Leslie Woolf: Solo za mrtvu planetu (Solo for a dead planet Szerb nyelven)

Through the wild fingers of cities
where vultures have more that cannon to eats
a parade of monsters
run amok through empty sewers
walls of buildings vibrate
with poison eating below the belt
chewing away at elevator shafts
and diplomats open eyeballs
the whiskey bottles crash endlessly
as rats ramble through nightclubs
tearing away
late G string

everything's naked now.