Lyrics and translation Fil Tilen - Rob

Rob

Spavaj radi i suti
Zaradjuj kupuj i trosi
Ne pitaj previse, jer to ih smeta
Na poslu doruckuj govna od sefa

Kazu suti i trpi,
Ali to sa vremenom iscrpi
I cesto pozelis pljunuti gada
Ali nema mjesta na burzi rada

Tko nije borac bit ce gladan
Djeco svijet je surov i hladan
Sistem te brzo baca u lance
Idi u skolu i slusaj starce

Ne znas gdje bi, ne mozes bjezat
Psujes u sebi, zivot je tezak
Sa 7 kora jest ces kruh
Ali nedaj im snove i da lome ti duh

Ustani rano, novi dan je svano
Posao ceka, nemas teka
U glavi kipi, gutas kavu
Parket skripi, zakljucavas bravu

Scenarij je isti, svaki dan
A iz ove koze vise ne mozes van
Potrosni radnik, za punjenje kase
Pozdrav herojima radnicke klase

2 Tko nije borac bit ce gladan
Djeco svijet je surov i hladan
Sistem te brzo baca u lance
Idi u skolu i slusaj starce

Rodjeni duzni i nema vam druge
Gdje vladaju novci, bit cete sluge

Refren
Digni se robe, nedaj da te slome, robe
Nije nam dobro, a bit ce gore, gore
Sjeti se tko si, pohlepu tudju na ledjima nosis, hej
Bit cemo jedno, okove baci, novci su lanci, hej

Kuhaj peglaj i peri
Dobro izgledaj idi na dijete
Muskarca izaberi rodi mu djete
I posveti se karijeri

Budi kurva i dama
Na poslu je tesko glumit respect
Jer stari gad te gleda, kao
Sexualni objekt

Duras sutis trpis
A to sa vremenom iscrpi
I cesto pozelis pljusnuti gada
Ali nema mjesta na burzi rada

Sjetis se rijeci sto rekla je majka
Postuj sebe i budi jaka
Te iste rijeci sad bole i bune
Jer tko ce platit hranu, racune

Progutas ponos za radni odnos
Prvo kleknes, onda pljunes na ubrus
U ustima gorak okus
Jer imati principe je luksuz

Bol, bijes, nemoc, sram
I treba ti cvrsti zagrljaj znam
Jer hladan tus ne pere ljagu
Mala skupi snagu, sve ih salji k vragu

2 Tko nije borac bit ce gladan
Djeco svijet je surov i hladan
Sistem te brzo baca u lance
Idi u skolu i slusaj starce

Rodjeni duzni i nema vam druge
Gdje vladaju novci, bit cete sluge

Refren
Digni se robe, nedaj da te slome, robe
Nije nam dobro, a bit ce gore, gore
Sjeti se tko si, pohlepu tudju na ledjima nosis, hej
Bit cemo jedno, okove baci, novci su lanci, hej

On je sjeban, cijelo vrijeme
Dok trazio je sebe, nasao je tebe
Stan je tijesan sad vas je troje
I gledas u oci bebe

Sreca, smisao, zivot, plod ljubavi
Ili samo teret, briga, jos jedna gladna usta
Vise nije bitno, sad ne mozes odustat

Njega na sanku caste,
Smije se, a suze mu teku, stvari mu nisu bas jasne
Pita se, sto ce mu ponudit, kada odraste

Zuljave ruke, musavi obraz
Pare su krvave
Ponovo otkaz, ponovo poraz
Ovaj me zivot vodi u propast

Mali sve kuzi, u sobi place,
Ona ga tjesi, sa njime jeca
Kupi mu nove tene i hlace
Jer ga u razredu cimaju djeca

Kakav je odgoj, u kvartu je koma
Djeca kulturu donesu od doma
A odgaja ih starija ekipa iza zgrade
Jer starci cijeli dan rade

Ovo je za mame i tate
Sto dizu generaciju na rate
Ovo je za sve te klince
Glave gore, jer sad znate

2 Tko nije borac bit ce gladan
Djeco svijet je surov i hladan
Sistem te brzo baca u lance
Idi u skolu i slusaj starce

Rodjeni duzni i nema vam druge
Gdje vladaju novci, bit cete sluge

Refren
Digni se robe, nedaj da te slome, robe
Nije nam dobro, a bit ce gore, gore
Sjeti se tko si, pohlepu tudju na ledjima nosis, hej
Bit cemo jedno, okove baci, novci su lanci, hej

Slave

Sleep, work, and be silent
Earn, buy, and spend
Don't ask too much, it bothers them
For breakfast at work, eat shit from your boss

They say shut up and endure,
But with time, you get worn out
And often you wish to spit on the bastard
But there's no room at the job center

Those who aren't fighters will be hungry
Children, the world is cruel and cold
The system quickly throws you in chains
Go to school and listen to your elders

You don't know where to go, you can't escape
You curse under your breath, life is hard
With 7 crusts you will eat bread
But don't let them break your dreams and spirit

Wake up early, a new day has dawned
Work awaits, you have no appetite
Your head is boiling, you gulp down coffee
The floor creaks, you lock the door

The scenario is the same, every day
And you can't get out of this skin anymore
Expendable worker, for filling the cash register
Greetings to the heroes of the working class

2 Those who aren't fighters will be hungry
Children, the world is cruel and cold
The system quickly throws you in chains
Go to school and listen to your elders

Born in debt, you have no other choice
Where money rules, you will be servants

Chorus
Rise up, slave, don't let them break you, slave
We're not doing well, and it will get worse, worse
Remember who you are, you carry their greed on your back, hey
We will be one, throw off the shackles, money is chains, hey

Cook, iron, and wash
Look good, go on a diet
Choose a man, bear him a child
And dedicate yourself to your career

Be a whore and a lady
At work, it's hard to fake respect
Because the old creep looks at you like a
Sexual object

You endure, you are silent, you suffer
And with time, you get worn out
And often you wish to slap the bastard
But there's no room at the job center

You remember the words your mother said
Respect yourself and be strong
Those same words now hurt and confuse
Because who will pay for food, for bills

You swallow your pride for employment
First you kneel, then you spit on a napkin
A bitter taste in your mouth
Because having principles is a luxury

Pain, anger, helplessness, shame
And you need a tight hug, I know
Because a cold shower doesn't wash away the stain
Girl, gather your strength, send them all to hell

2 Those who aren't fighters will be hungry
Children, the world is cruel and cold
The system quickly throws you in chains
Go to school and listen to your elders

Born in debt, you have no other choice
Where money rules, you will be servants

Chorus
Rise up, slave, don't let them break you, slave
We're not doing well, and it will get worse, worse
Remember who you are, you carry their greed on your back, hey
We will be one, throw off the shackles, money is chains, hey

He is messed up, all the time
While searching for himself, he found you
The apartment is cramped, now there are three of you
And you look into the baby's eyes

Happiness, meaning, life, the fruit of love
Or just a burden, a worry, another hungry mouth
It doesn't matter anymore, now you can't give up

They treat him at the bar,
He laughs, but tears flow, things are not clear to him
He wonders what he will offer him when he grows up

Calloused hands, a dirty face
The money is bloody
Another layoff, another defeat
This life is leading me to ruin

The little one understands everything, cries in his room,
She comforts him, sobs with him
Buys him new sneakers and pants
Because the kids are picking on him in class

What kind of upbringing, the neighborhood is a mess
Children bring culture from home
And they are raised by the older crew behind the building
Because their parents work all day

This is for moms and dads
Who raise a generation in installments
This is for all those kids
Heads up, because now you know

2 Those who aren't fighters will be hungry
Children, the world is cruel and cold
The system quickly throws you in chains
Go to school and listen to your elders

Born in debt, you have no other choice
Where money rules, you will be servants

Chorus
Rise up, slave, don't let them break you, slave
We're not doing well, and it will get worse, worse
Remember who you are, you carry their greed on your back, hey
We will be one, throw off the shackles, money is chains, hey