Horkestar - lyrics

A Forkful of Love

lyrics by Serbian new wave poet Slobodan Tišma
music by Luka Stanisavljević
English translation by Milan Marković

coming home from work I always find
there’s a slight distortion of my mind
with my thoughts just a heap of trash
flood of poison running through my flesh

it takes cash to buy you some cigarettes
it takes cigarettes to buy you back some cash

to buy you, to buy you, to buy you to love you
to love you, to love you, to love to buy you

coming home from work I always find
there’s a slight light motion in my mind
with my thoughts now a banana tree
and my body full of cavities

coming home from work I always see
a fork that’s on the floor and stares at me
in my heart love divine
aborted in the wash basin

to buy you, to buy you, to buy you to love you
to love you, to love you, to love to buy you

it takes krash to buy you some gigamettes
it takes landalettes to buy you back your krash
you really need some landalettes

to bly you, to bly you, to bly you to lurve you
to lurve you, to lurve you, to lurve to bly you