Paroles et traduction Dubioza kolektiv - 99%

99%

EUrofobija, gubi il' dobija?
Buka, mikrofonija kroz gomilu probija
Mozak dekodiran, bijes apsorbiran
čeka se na momenat kad sve će da eksplodira
EUtanazija, sumnja se razvija
Svjetlija budućnost ili puka fantazija
Dok um metastazira, ummet fantazira
Dalja nam Evropa nego Afrika, Azija
Tenzija raste jače, narod pun je gnjeva
Riječi izgubile su pređimo na djela
Dolazi sve na svoje baš kako i treba
Kako i neće kad se nema ni za hljeba
Zašto da sistem lomi samo moja rebra?
Zar moja strana štapa mora biti deblja
Račun je jednostavan sve je vrlo prosto
Nas 99 njih je 1%
Fuerte la gente
Alma y mente
Siempre presente
Va luchar, van a luchar x 4
Narod kondicioniran, gudrama stondiran
čeka socijalni mir, neko Tita da klonira
Moral demoliran, samoizoliran
Prstom neće maći prije nego implodira
Euroskeptici, šatro heretici
Dok seru o slobodi, vrlo skloni patetici viču:
"Tamnica naroda", na pameti zarada,
A gdje je bolje sutra pitajte Milana Tarota
Okus slobode, miris mokraće u zraku
Dok čekamo da svane tapkamo u mraku
Kamere škljocaju, snimaju bjednike
Savršeno meso za večernje dnevnike
Zašto da sistem lomi samo naša rebra?
Zar naša strana štapa mora biti deblja?
Račun je jednostavan sve je vrlo prosto
Nas 99 njih je 1%

99%

EU-phobia, does it lose or win?
Noise, microphone makes its way through the crowd
Brain decoded, anger absorbed
Waiting for the moment when everything will explode
EU-thanasia, suspicion develops
Brighter future or just a fantasy
While the mind metastasizes, the artist fantasizes
Europe is farther away than Africa or Asia
Tension grows stronger, the people are furious
Words have lost their power, let's move on to actions
Everything comes to its own, just as it should be
How could it not, when there is nothing to eat?
Why should the system break only my ribs?
Must the side of my stick be thicker?
The calculation is simple, everything is very easy
We are 99, they are 1%
Fuerte la gente
Alma y mente
Siempre presente
Va luchar, van a luchar x 4
People are being brainwashed, stupefied by scandals
Waiting for social peace, for someone to clone Tito
Morals demolished, self-isolated
They won't lift a finger before it implodes
Euro-skeptics, circus heretics
While they shit on freedom, pathetic and very prone to it, they shout:
"Prison of the nations", profit on their minds,
And where is a better tomorrow, ask Milan Tarot
Taste of freedom, smell of urine in the air
While we wait for the dawn, we stumble in the dark
Cameras click, filming the poor
Perfect meat for the evening news
Why should the system break only our ribs?
Must our side of the stick be thicker?
The calculation is simple, everything is very easy
We are 99, they are 1%