Dubioza Kolektiv - firma illegal
Prazna obecanja su najbolja reklama
Na stolu komad hljeba, u snovima salama
Sve u ime naroda, cist profit i zarada
Kazite nam ministri, nasi poslanici
Zasto ratni invalidi zive ko jadnici
Na ivici zivota, vama bitna svota
Poznajete li osecaj, zove se sramota Mi nismo vise sto smo bili
Od samih sebe dugo se krili
Dolazi dan da kazes ne, ne
Nemas sta izgubiu
Vec smo izgubili sve Sva ova demokratija, samo burokratija
Zaednicki tal, firma ilegal
Prazne retorike, bez razuma I logikeDubioza Kolektiv - firma illegal - http://motolyrics.com/dubioza-kolektiv/firma-illegal-lyrics-english-translation.html
Sve im je egal, firma illegal Kao da sudni dan je blizu
Redovi zlocinaca u nizu
I dok ti samo gubis vrijeme
Njima glas ti dades, on iuzimaju sve Zvijeri bez milosti, odani robovi
Ljigave obijesti, bogati snobovi
Ciji smo robovi, obicni brojevi
Nizi slojevi, kvarni strojevi
Mijenjaju stolice, znojave guzice
Nama po glavama sijevaju palice
Nemamo vize da predjemo granice Sareni marketinski zidovi srama
Prazna obecanja su najbolja reklama
Na stolu komad hljeba, u snovima salama
Sve u ime naroda, cist profit i zarada... Je li vas sramota?
Dubioza Kolektiv - Firm Ilegal (English translation)
Empty promise is the best commercial
Piece of bread on the table, salame in dreams
Everything in the name of folks, pure profit and earning
Tell us ministers, our legates
Why do war invalids live poor
On the edge of the life, you care about amount
Do you know the feeling, it's called shame
We are not who we used to be
From ourselves hiding for too long
It came a day for you to say no, no
You have nothing to lose
We already lost everything
All this democracy, just bureaucracy
Together, firm ilegal
Empty rhetoric, with no sense and logicDubioza Kolektiv - firma illegal - http://motolyrics.com/dubioza-kolektiv/firma-illegal-lyrics-english-translation.html
Everything is egal, firm ilegal
Like the last day is near
Line of criminals is here
And while you're just losing time
You give your vote to them, they are taking everything
Beasts with no mercy, loyal slaves
Saponaceous frolics, rich bastards
Whos slaves are we, just numbers
Lower layers, broken machines
Changing chairs, sweaty butts
Getting bats on our heads
Without visas for passing borders
Coloured marketing walls of shame
Empty promises are the best comercial
Piece of bread on the table, salame in dreams
Everything in the name of folks, pure profit and earning...
Are you ashamed?