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