99% - Dubioza Kolektiv

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%

EUrophobia, losing or gaining?

Noise, microphones broke through the crowd

Brain decoded, anger absorbed

We are waiting for the moment when everything will explode

EUtanasia, suspicion developed

A brighter future or mere fantasy

While the mind metastasizes, the ummah fantasizes

Europe is more distant to us than Africa, Asia

The tension is growing stronger, the people are full of anger

Words have lost the deed to deeds

Everything comes to its own just as it should

How can it not when there is no bread

Why should the system only break my ribs?

Does my side of the stick have to be thicker

The account is simple, everything is very simple

99 of us are 1%

Fuck the people

Alma y mente

Always present

To play, to play x 4

The people are conditioned, they are stoned

Waiting for social peace, someone to clone Tito

Morality demolished, self-isolated

He won't move a finger before he implodes

Eurosceptics, tent heretics

While shitting about freedom, very prone to pathos shout:

"Dungeon of the people", earnings in mind

And where is better tomorrow ask Milan Tarot

The taste of freedom, the smell of urine in the air

While we wait for dawn, we tap in the dark

Cameras snap, record the poor

Perfect meat for evening diaries

Why should the system only break our ribs?

Does our side of the stick have to be thicker?

The account is simple, everything is very simple

99 of us are 1%