Paroles et traduction Riblja Corba - Hleba i igara

Hleba i igara

Tuci burazeru u koznu krusku
udri, majstore, razbij mu njusku,
sve dok ne oboris majmune brate,
nece umeti da te shvate.
Nece umeti da te cene,
ako ih tuces na poene
udri rodjeni, sarani stoku,
sravni sa zemljom, pljuni po oku.
Prospi mu mozak, bubreg odvali,
polomi kosti i kicmu budali,
neka ga olade i desna i leva,
prospi mu mozak, prospi mu creva.
Udri medju rogove da popije patos
posle mu kupi svecu za parastos,
oplavi labrnju, razbij arkadu,
sevni mu aperkat pravo u bradu.
Dok nas iznutra grickaju crvi,
hocemo sveze crvene krvi,
zato ga ubij, zato ga smrvi,
hleba, igara i mnogo krvi.

Bread and Circuses

Hit your brother in the hide
Hit him hard, break his snout,
Until you knock him down, my friend,
For he will never understand you.
He will not appreciate you,
If you do not beat him.
Hit him, my darling, crush the flock,
Flatten him to the ground, spit in his eye.
Spill his brains, tear out his kidneys,
Break his bones and spine, you fool,
Let him be left and right,
Spill his brains, spill his intestines.
Hit him between the horns to make him drink the quagmire
Then buy him a candle for the funeral,
Knock out his face, break his jaw,
Give him an uppercut right in the chin.
While the worms gnaw on us from the inside,
We want fresh, warm blood,
That is why you must kill him, that is why you must crush him,
Bread, circuses and a lot of blood.