Znoj sa lica otezava dah
Vjetar siba osjeca se strah
Miris guma stipa oci nos
Lude glave postale su skroz
Sampioni, sampioni,
Sampioni formule...
Na betonu jure svaki dan
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celicni vozaci formule
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