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Firma ilegal

Šareni marketinški zidovi srama
Prazna obecanja su najbolja reklama
Na stolu komad hljeba, u snovima salama
Sve u ime naroda, cist profit i zarada
Kažite nam ministri, naši poslanici
Zašto ratni invalidi žive k′o jadnici
Na ivici života, vama bitna svota
Poznajete l' osjecaj, zove se sramota
Mi nismo više što smo bili
Od samih sebe dugo se krili
Dolazi dan da kažeš ne, ne
Nemaš šta izgubit′
Vec smo izgubili sve
Sva ova demokratija, samo birokratija
Zajednicki tal, firma ilegal
Prazne retorike, bez razuma i logike
Sve im je egal, firma ilegal
Kao da sudnji dan je blizu
Redovi zlocinaca u nizu
I dok ti samo gubiš vrijeme
Njima glas ti daješ, oni uzimaju sve
Zvijeri bez milosti, odani robovi
Ljigave obijesti, bogati snobovi
Ciji smo robovi, obicni brojevi
Niži slojevi, kvarni strojevi
Mijenjaju stolice, znojave guzice
Nama po glavama sijevaju palice
Nemamo vize da predjemo granice
Šareni marketinški zidovi srama
Prazna obecanja su najbolja reklama
Na stolu komad hljeba, u snovima salama
Sve u ime naroda, cist profit i zarada
Je li vas sramota?

Illegal Company

Colorful marketing walls of shame
Empty promises are the best advertisement
On the table a piece of bread, in dreams salami
Everything in the name of the people, pure profit and earnings
Tell us, ministers, our deputies
Why do war invalids live like poor people
On the edge of life, for you the sum is important
Do you know the feeling, it's called shame
We are no longer what we used to be
We have been hiding from ourselves for a long time
The day comes to say no, no
You have nothing to lose
We have already lost everything
All this democracy, just bureaucracy
Common ground, illegal company
Empty rhetoric, without reason and logic
Everything is egal to them, the company is illegal
As if the day of judgment is near
Rows of criminals in a row
And while you just waste your time
They take your vote, they take everything
Beasts without mercy, devoted slaves
Slimy scoundrels, rich snobs
Whose slaves are we, ordinary numbers
Lower strata, faulty machines
They change chairs, sweaty assholes
Sticks shine over our heads
We do not have visas to cross borders
Colorful marketing walls of shame
Empty promises are the best advertisement
On the table a piece of bread, in dreams salami
Everything in the name of the people, pure profit and earnings
Are you ashamed?