Pristina’s chaos makes me dizzy
Pristina’s prizes make me rich
Pristina’s artists drive me crazy
Pristina’s smog makes me sick
Pristina’s girls make me gaze
Pristina’s politics makes me cynical
Pristina’s climat makes me lazy
Pristina’s peja gets me drunk
Pristina’s proudness makes me jealous
Pristina’s boys make me look gay
Pristina’s freedom makes me doubt it
Pristina’s kitchen makes me fat
somehow I love this city
somehow Pristina’s makes me sing
somehow I’m sure we’ll be back soon
if that’s ok with Pristina