Текст и перевод песни Zabranjeno Pusenje - Ratna generacija

Ratna generacija

Ćute, ne talasaju
Od hamburgera kvasaju
Na cajkama stasaju
Do dilera nabasaju

Jesi l' za piće, generacijo
Ovo je zabava narodnih masa
Sutra za novim prorokom
Sutra sa utokom oko pasa

Pa gukni nešto, rode, protiv bande i sistema
Na lijep i sunčan dan izađi, stavi djecu na ramena
Pored Vječne vatre prođi, pesnica u zraku
Ratna generacijo, ne daj se mraku

Ratna generacija
Svakom sistemu sekiracija
Ratna generacija
Boba, puša i frustracija

Ćute, ne talasaju
Od hamburgera kvasaju
Na cajkama stasaju
Do dilera nabasaju

U jutro u liftu k'o zgužvani krompiri
Svi na isti pos'o i svi istim putem
Ratna generacija, gleda se i šuti
Ratna generacija, svi siti i svi ljuti

Pa gukni nešto, rode, protiv bande i sistema
Na lijep i sunčan dan izađi, stavi djecu na ramena
Pokraj Vječne vatre prođi, pesnica u zraku
Ratna generacijo, ne daj se mraku

Ratna generacija
Svakom sistemu sekiracija
Ratna generacija
Boba, puša i frustracija

Pa gukni nešto, rode, protiv bande i sistema
Na lijep i sunčan dan izađi, stavi djecu na ramena
Pored Vječne vatre prođi, pesnica u zraku
Ratna generacijo, ne daj se mraku

Ratna generacija
Svakom sistemu sekiracija
Ratna generacija
Boba, puša i frustracija

War Generation

They're silent, they don't make waves
They soak up hamburgers
They grow up on turbo-folk
They stumble upon dealers

Are you up for a drink, generation?
This is the entertainment of the masses
Tomorrow for a new prophet
Tomorrow with a gun around your waist

So shout something, darling, against the gang and the system
On a beautiful sunny day, go out, put the children on your shoulders
Walk past the Eternal Flame, fist in the air
War generation, don't surrender to the darkness

War generation
A headache for every system
War generation
Booze, smokes, and frustration

They're silent, they don't make waves
They soak up hamburgers
They grow up on turbo-folk
They stumble upon dealers

In the morning in the elevator like crumpled potatoes
All to the same job and all the same way
War generation, they look and are silent
War generation, all full and all angry

So shout something, darling, against the gang and the system
On a beautiful sunny day, go out, put the children on your shoulders
Walk past the Eternal Flame, fist in the air
War generation, don't surrender to the darkness

War generation
A headache for every system
War generation
Booze, smokes, and frustration

So shout something, darling, against the gang and the system
On a beautiful sunny day, go out, put the children on your shoulders
Walk past the Eternal Flame, fist in the air
War generation, don't surrender to the darkness

War generation
A headache for every system
War generation
Booze, smokes, and frustration