Trening za umiranje [English translation]

Infinitely empty, I'm rushing to the sunset

The speed is donating me an oblivion

With a half-empty beer crate on the back seat,

I'm pumping the gas in the rhythm of the music

Madness is guiding me like an old acquaintance

The wind is caressing the body of my car

Your face, your eyes of a living dead

Are forever in the rearview mirror now

Chorus

You were only looking for an answer:

Why am I the king of irony

Why don't I come back again

And continue my training for dying

If they say on the news tonight

That I disappeared without a trace,

Calm down, don't cry out of happiness

Take a good look at my wicked smile

You'll see, a shit like me never dies

• Artist:Hladno Pivo