Текст и перевод песни Riblja Corba - Rasprodaja bola

Rasprodaja bola

Nema vise Dzenis,
Umro Elvis Prisli,
Umiru lagano zvezde rock′n'rolla,
Tek kad neko umre o njemu se misli,
Zapocinje opsta rasprodaja bola.
O njemu se tada govori i pise,
Pokojniku slavnom naglo skace cena
I svako se trudi da zaradi vise,
Lesinare trce po svoj deo plena.
Sve to nije dobro,
Mrtvi nisu roba,
Pustite da mirno
Leze na dnu groba.

Sellout of Idols

Denis is no more,
Elvis Presley died,
Rock'n'roll stars slowly die,
Only when someone dies do we think about them,
And a general sellout of idols begins.
Then people talk and write about them,
The price of the famous deceased suddenly skyrockets
And everyone tries to earn more because of it,
Misers run for their share of the spoils.
It's not right,
The dead are not a commodity,
Let them rest in peace
Lying at the bottom of their graves.