Текст и перевод песни Dubioza kolektiv - 99% (Los Fabulosos Kolectivos Dudos remix by Seńor Koolarrow)

99% (Los Fabulosos Kolectivos Dudos remix by Seńor Koolarrow)

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% (Los Fabulosos Kolectivos Dudos remix by Seńor Koolarrow)

EU-phobia, is losing or winning?
Noise, microphones pierce through the crowd
Brain decoded, fury absorbed
Waiting for the moment when all will explode
EU-thanasia, doubt develops
A brighter future or just a fantasy
While the mind metastasizes, the artist fantasizes
Europe's farther away than Africa, Asia
Tension grows stronger, the people are full of anger
Words have lost their way, let's move on to actions
Everything comes back to its place, just as it should
How could it not when there's not even enough for bread
Why should the system only break my ribs?
Must my part of the stick always be thicker?
The math is simple, it's all very clear
We're 99, they're 1%
Fuerte la gente
Alma y mente
Siempre presente
Va luchar, van a luchar x 4
People are conditioned, dazed by nonsense
Waiting for social peace, someone to clone Tito
Morals are demolished, self-isolated
Won't lift a finger before it implodes
Eurosceptics, circus heretics
While they shit on freedom, prone to pathetic cries of
"Prison of the people", thinking only of profit,
But where's the better tomorrow, ask Milan Tarot
Taste of freedom, smell of urine in the air
While we wait for dawn, we stumble in the dark
Cameras click, capturing the poor
Perfect meat for the evening news
Why should the system only break our ribs?
Must our side of the stick always be thicker?
The math is simple, it's all very clear
We're 99, they're 1%