Текст и перевод песни Riblja Corba - Gastarbajterska pesma

Gastarbajterska pesma

Osecam se ko poslednje govno
A to skrivam i cuvam ko tajnu
Samo cutim, a glasno bi psovno
Oj, Frankfurtu, jebem li ti Majnu
Ne izlazim, samo kuci sedim
Vredno sljakam svoje dane radne
Svaku marku gledam da pristedim
Jedva cekam da subota padne
Kad subotom narodnjaci dodju
Ja na vratu okacim kravatu
Pa izvedem sebe i gospodju
I ponesem celu svoju platu
Kada cujem zvuke rodnog kraja
Ja se onda otkacim do jaja
Kad muzika kolce mi zasviri
Praziluk mi iz dupeta viri
Pijem pice, jedem cevapcice
Sa kosulje pokidam dugmice
Pevaljka se malo razgoliti
Celo drustvo markama je kiti ...
U nedelju, u podne se budim
Da se bilo cega setim ja se trudim
Samleven sam ko mleveno meso
A mozda sam cak i zenu kreso

Gastarbeiter's Song

I feel like the last piece of shit
But I hide it and keep it a secret
I only feel it, but I would curse out loud
Oh, Frankfurt, fuck your Main River
I don't go out, I just sit at home
I'm a worthless slug, wasting my working days
I try to save every mark I earn
I can't wait for Saturday to come
When the folk musicians come on Saturday
I put on a tie around my neck
And I take myself and my lady out
And I bring my entire paycheck
When I hear the sounds of my homeland
Then I get really excited
When the music starts to ring through my ears
My onion springs up from my butt
I drink beer, I eat cevapcici
I rip the buttons off my shirt
The singer girl shows a little skin
The whole crowd throws marks at her ...
On Sunday, I wake up at noon
I try to remember anything at all
I'm as mashed up as ground meat
Or maybe I even burned my wife