Radnička Klasa Odlazi U Raj - Haustor

U cekaonu na prvom peronu

Gdje crni davo toci prvi konjak

Iznad mracnih podnatrulih lica

Kroz prozor prhne crna tica

I veli tada, veli grdi crni stvor

Never more

I veli tada, veli grdi crni stvor

Bolje je da odete, prilike su nove

Ulozi u povijesti dosao je kraj

U pola cetiri ujutro sa perona pet

Radnicka klasa odlazi u raj

Pa pa proleteri

Pa pa proleteri

Pa pa proleteri

Pa pa

A crni davo rukavice skida

On pruza ruke, grli se sa svima

Poljubi ruzu, baci je u rulju

I vikne ah, ta nesretna sudbina

Placam pice svakome tko ostane

Never more

Placam pice svakome tko ostane

Bolje je da odemo, prilike su nove

Ulozi u povijesti dosao je kraj

U pola cetiri ujutro sa perona pet

Radnicka klasa odlazi u raj

Momci u plavim kapicama

Krenuli su na put

Oni vodiju svoje klince mandolince

Oni vodiju svoje debele zene

Oni vleceju ruksake i prtiju kofere

Oni sedneju u kupe

Z debele demizonke navlaciju

Oni ideju na najveksi weekend vu zivlenju

Oni ideju na najlepsi weekend vu zivlenju

Sebe buju nasli tam

Sve buju nasli tam

Sebe buju nasli tam

Sve buju nasli tam

In the waiting room on the first platform

Where the black davo pours the first cognac

Above the dark, bruised faces

A black cock flew through the window

And he says then, he says ugly black creature

Never more

And he says then, he says ugly black creature

You better go, the opportunities are new

The role in history has come to an end

At half past three in the morning from platform five

The working class goes to heaven

Well, proletarians

Well, proletarians

Well, proletarians

Well, well

And the black davo takes off his gloves

He stretches out his arms, hugs everyone

Kiss the rose, throw it in the crowd

And he shouted ah, that unfortunate fate

I pay for drinks to anyone who stays

Never more

I pay for drinks to anyone who stays

We better go, the opportunities are new

The role in history has come to an end

At half past three in the morning from platform five

The working class goes to heaven

Guys in blue caps

They set off

They run their mandolin kids

They run their fat wives

They pull backpacks and pack suitcases

They sit in the compartment

Z thick demizonke navlaciju

They have an idea for the biggest weekend of their lives

They have an idea for the best weekend of their lives

They found themselves there

They found everything there

They found themselves there

They found everything there