Paroles et traduction Dubioza kolektiv - Njihovi i naši

Njihovi i naši

U svijetu njihovih i nasih kompromisa nema
Dok obespravljeni narod za ustanak se sprema
Po ustavu zaustavljen od Dejtonskih sema
Nacionalni torovi izvor su problema
Oni ne brinu za ljude
Njihov glasacki ste stroj
Njihov savrsen poligon
Dvije skole, isti krov
Ali sad je cas da lovina
Postane sam lovac
I mindere zamijeniti elektricni stolac
Budi svoj, budi borac
Jer tvoj je znoj, a oni broje novac
Budi svoj, budi borac
Jer tvoj je znoj, a oni broje novac
Sada nema vlade
Nacije su tek inventar
Na stecima sagradit' cemo trgovacki centar
Dok u vise samo interese gleda
Novopeceni tajkuni
Ostalo je jad i bijeda
A tri su sloja drustva
To znamo iz iskustva
Politicari, popovi
Svi ostali su robovi
Korumpirani snobovi
Bogati k'o lordovi
Drzava je bankrot jer oni su je prodali
Nama iza ledja lazira se trud
Sporazuma nema, sve vrti se u krug
Sestorica na vlasti pocinili su blud
Bez milosti nas kurve nasukale na prud
Budi svoj, budi borac
Jer tvoj je znoj, a oni broje novac
Budi svoj, budi borac
Jer tvoj je znoj, a oni broje novac

Ours and theirs

In the world of their and our compromises can't exist
Until the dispossessed nation prepares for an uprising
Halted by the Dayton peace agreement according to the constitution
Nationalist flags are the source of the problem
They don't care about the people
Their voting machine
Their perfect shooting range
Two schools, the same roof
But now it's time for the prey
To become a hunter
And replace the armchairs with an electric chair
Be your own, be a fighter
'Cause your sweat, and they count the money
Be your own, be a fighter
'Cause your sweat, and they count the money
Now there's no government
Nations are just an inventory
On the foundations we will build a shopping mall
While at the top they only look out for their own interests
Newly rich tycoons
All that's left is misery and poverty
And there are three layers of society
We know from experience
Politicians, priests
Everybody else is a slave
Corrupt snobs
Rich as lords
The state went bankrupt because they sold it
Our labor is wasted behind our backs
There is no agreement, everything turns in a circle
The six in power have committed fornication
Without mercy, the whores ran us aground on the current
Be your own, be a fighter
'Cause your sweat, and they count the money
Be your own, be a fighter
'Cause your sweat, and they count the money