Prvi maj - Dubioza Kolektiv

Ni danas nije počeo svenarodni ustanak

Idu svi na sindikalni prvomajski uranak

Proleteri kao jedan žure do cilja

Nozdrve golica miris roštilja

U potoku hladi se par gajbi piva

Iz flaša se nateže rakija šljiva

Radničke parole danas nema ko da nosa

I neće se pjevat' «Bandiera rossa»

Niko ne priziva suzavac, pendrek

Zašto politikom kvariti dernek

Tequila sunrise, mjesto Molotova

U kolo se hvata i kordon drotova

Digla se čitava bivša Juga

Nećemo nikome biti sluga

Neustrašivo derneči drug uz druga

Hrabro se mezi i složno se cuga

Naspi nam po rakiju i nazdravi za kraj

Tehnološki višak danas slavi 1. maj

Ovdje se rastajemo, zbogom, good bye

Mi idemo u stečaj, sretan 1. maj

Danas nije Olimpijada

Danas nije ni gej parada

Garant nije Čimburijada

Danas je praznik, Dan rada

Radnička pjesma gromko se ori

Pjesma što slavi neradni dan

Suncobran, meza, potok žubori

Zašto da kvarimo savršen plan?

Nikog ne zanima ni klasna borba

Krčka u kazanu begova čorba

Kakva revolucija i Pariška komuna

Evo deset ćevapa u pola somuna

Kad ugase roštilje i utihnu pjevaljke

S livade nestanu ćebad i ležaljke

Kući ćeš umoran leći u krevet

Sanjaćeš zaslužen radnički dženet

Prije tih snova sebi obećaj

Samo levati idu u stečaj

Biro je početak, a penzija kraj

Radnička klasa odlazi u raj

Even today, the nationwide uprising did not begin

Everyone goes to the union's May Day dawn

Proletarians as one rush to the goal

The nostrils tickle the smell of barbecue

A couple of crates of beer are chilled in the creek

Plum brandy is poured from the bottle

There is no one to carry workers' slogans today

And there will be no singing of "Bandiera rossa"

No one summons tear gas, baton

Why spoil the party with politics

Tequila sunrise, place of Molotov

A cordon of wires is also caught in the circle

The whole of the former South has risen

We will not be anyone's servant

He yells fearlessly at each other

He mixes bravely and drinks in unison

Pour us some brandy and make a toast to the end

Technology redundancy is celebrating May 1st today

Here we part, goodbye, good bye

We are going bankrupt, happy May 1st

Today is not the Olympics

It's not even a gay parade today

The guarantor is not the Cimburijada

Today is a holiday, Labor Day

The workers' song is sung loudly

A song that celebrates a non-working day

Umbrella, meza, stream murmurs

Why spoil the perfect plan?

Nobody cares about class struggle

The bey's stew is simmering in the cauldron

What a revolution and the Paris Commune

Here are ten kebabs in half flat bread

When they turn off the grills and shut up the singers

Blankets and deckchairs disappear from the meadow

You'll be tired of lying in bed at home

You will dream of a well-deserved workers' paradise

Promise yourself before those dreams

Only the left is going bankrupt

The bureau is the beginning, and the pension is the end

The working class is going to heaven