Ovde, vise ne dolaze ni rode
ne gode im vise nase flase
Balkan im vise
jednostavno ne pase

Jer grijeh je rodit' dijete
tu 'dje metci lete
'dje seljaci prijete
i gdje su pametni postali mete

Ujutro, zeludci bole
pa pijemo uzole
glave bole
jer slusamo morone
pijemo kafetine
pa na kordone u zapaurine
jer otisli su zivci onaj dan
kad su otisle i firme

Zbogom firme hej ba
bile ste dobre
al sjebale vas pretvorbe
i privatizacije
donijele nam otkaze i sikiracije

Al no sikiriki,
sace izbori sace kampanje
da nam skrenu paznje
donjet ce nam u nase selo raznje

Dijelit' ce kobasice
okretat jance i prasice
da zaboravimo masnice
prazne novcanike
i nase prazne kartice

Raja, hajmo svi u strajk gladju
ako ne bude glasaca
nece znat da se snadju
tek se onda za zagusti
nece imat vise koga musti

I oni ce umrijeti od gladi
kad nema ko za njih da radi
halo ba hej,
nek nas nasele Madjari

Oni znaju sta da se radi
znat ce obradjivat nasu zemlju
ne rade stetu pravit ce vegetu
nek cijelu zemlju betoniraju
od vegete, neka prave supe

Na svaki 10 metara
nek rade benzinske pumpe
i hotele, parkiralista za aute,
kamione i motore
da se imaju 'dje odmarat
kad idu na nase prekrasno more

Al dijaspora to nebi dala,
trazili bi svoja prava
zemlju bi naselili opet Balkanci
opet bi bila puna istih budala

Onda bi dijaspora
dobila svoju dijasporu
a Madjari i ostali
nebi vise kroz nas
isli prema moru

Jer na cestama su bile
nove rupe, nove paravojne trupe
novi balvani na cesti,
novi supci, nove puske
i novi metci

Jer grijeh rodit' djete
tu gdje metci lete

Ama opet budale
nove budale vode
opet pobjegose moje rode

Neznam raja za vas
al ja vidis volim nase rode
one ko i ja vole mir
vole cista polja i ciste vode

Vode bez leseva
i polja bez mina
one donose dijecu,
a ja bih danas, sutra
imo kcer ili sina

Let's try this...



Ovde, vise ne dolaze ni rode
Not even storks come here anymore
ne gode im vise nase flase
They don't like our bottles no more
Balkan im vise
jednostavno ne pase
Simply, Balkans don't suit them anymore

Jer grijeh je rodit' dijete
Because it's a sin to have a child
tu 'dje metci lete
Here with the bullets flying
'dje seljaci prijete
Where villagers threat
i gdje su pametni postali mete
And the smart people became targets

Ujutro, zeludci bole
In the morning stomachs hurt
pa pijemo uzole
So we drink (?)
glave bole
Our heads hurt
jer slusamo morone
From listening morons
pijemo kafetine
We drink caffetins
pa na kordone uz apaurine
Then go to cordons with apaurins(a drug, Diazepam)
jer otisli su zivci onaj dan
Cause our nerves were gone on that same day
kad su otisle i firme
That companies have gone too.

Zbogom firme hej ba
Goodbye firms, hey ba
bile ste dobre
You were good
al sjebale vas pretvorbe
i privatizacije
but reorganisations and privatisations ****ed you up
donijele nam otkaze i sikiracije
They brought us firings and worries

Al no sikiriki,
But don't worry
sace izbori sace kampanje
Elections are coming, campaigns are coming
da nam skrenu paznje
To get our attentions
donjet ce nam u nase selo raznje
They'll bring grills to our village

Dijelit' ce kobasice
They'll be giving sausages
okretat jance i prasice
Turning lambs and pigs
da zaboravimo masnice
So we forget the bruises
prazne novcanike
Empty wallets
i nase prazne kartice
And our empty cards

Raja, hajmo svi u strajk gladju
People, let's all go hunger strike
ako ne bude glasaca
When there's no voters
nece znat da se snadju
They won't know how to handle that
tek se onda za zagusti
Then things are gonna get tough
nece imat vise koga musti
They won't have anyone to milk anymore

I oni ce umrijeti od gladi
They too will die of hunger
kad nema ko za njih da radi
When there's noone to work for them
halo ba hej,
Hello, bro, hey
nek nas nasele Madjari
Let Hungarians come settle here

Oni znaju sta da se radi
They know what is to be done
znat ce obradjivat nasu zemlju
They'll know how to farm our land
ne rade stetu pravit ce vegetu
Won't do any damage, they will make Vegeta
nek cijelu zemlju betoniraju
Let them turn all the land to concrete
od vegete, neka prave supe
They can make sheds from Vegeta

Na svaki 10 metara
On every 10 meters
nek rade benzinske pumpe
Let them make petrol stations
i hotele, parkiralista za aute,
And hotels, and parking lots for cars
kamione i motore
Trucks and motorbikes
da se imaju 'dje odmarat
So they have places to rest
kad idu na nase prekrasno more
When they go to our beautiful sea

Al dijaspora to nebi dala,
But emmigration wouldn't let it happen
trazili bi svoja prava
They would ask for their rights
zemlju bi naselili opet Balkanci
Balkan people would inhabit the land again
opet bi bila puna istih budala
And it would be full of same idiots

Onda bi dijaspora
Then the emmigration
dobila svoju dijasporu
Would get their emmigration
a Madjari i ostali
And Hungarians and the rest
nebi vise kroz nas
isli prema moru
Would not go to sea over us anymore

Jer na cestama su bile
Because on these roads were
nove rupe, nove paravojne trupe
New holes, new paramilitary troops
novi balvani na cesti,
New logs on the road
novi supci, nove puske
New *******s, new guns
i novi metci
And new bullets

Jer grijeh rodit' djete
Because it's a sin to have a baby
tu gdje metci lete
Here with bullets flying

Ama opet budale
Well, again the idiots
nove budale vode
Are leading new idiots
opet pobjegose moje rode
My storks are gone again

Neznam raja za vas
I don't know how about you, people
al ja vidis volim nase rode
But you see, I love our storks
one ko i ja vole mir
They like peace just like me
vole cista polja i ciste vode
They like clean fields and clear waters

Vode bez leseva
Waters without corpses
i polja bez mina
And fields without mines
one donose dijecu,
They bring children
a ja bih danas, sutra
And I would like, today or tommorow
imo kcer ili sina
To have a son or a daughter