Danas - Jantar

Napustili smo Isusa i njegovog oca

Međusobno se ubijamo zbog prokletih novca

Svaki dan umiru ljudi, ali nama nije dosta

Trujemo si najbliže, a govorimo si vozdra

Žalimo siromašne one daleko, 'ko zna

A boli nas za one kaj su nama ispred nosa

Djeca oko nas hodaju gola i bosa

Mi smijmo se braći čije šuze nisu koža

Uzimamo drog kad se skrivamo od sebe

I uživamo taj tren, a za poslije nam se jebe

Kasnije molimo Boga, jer ovaj život nam ne ide

I plačemo kad žene rađaju bolesne bebe

Svi postajemo slijepi, ne vidimo kako živimo

To radimo si sami, a sve ostale mi krivimo

Pogledaj nas negdje, k’o da nemamo digitron

Mi trošimo duplo više nego zarađivamo

Sebični smo, sine, čak i ako puno imamo

Al' dajemo, samo ako više s tim dobivamo

Sebičnost je najveća igra, koju igramo

Al' jedno je sigurno: svi u pakao idemo

Danas — za nas šanse više ne postoje

Danas — spremni svi za put prema dolje

Danas — više nema natrag ovog puta

Danas — za našu djecu ne postoji sutra

Danas — za nas šanse više ne postoje

Danas — spremni svi za put prema dolje

Danas — više nema natrag ovog puta

Danas — za našu djecu ne postoji sutra

Vremena su u kurcu, skoro nikom nisu laka

Sine, kakvi ljudi mi smo?

Vremena su nam takva

Kad pogledam kroz prozor ovaj svijet je poput pakla

Vjerojatno ni u paklu nema pedofilskih stranka

Politika ljudi, drugim riječima pljačka

Bori se za bogate, a 'ko jebe siromaka

Nekad debeli asfalt, sad je površina tanka

Zbog težih koraka bez ručnika i prosjaka

Dragi moji, humanost je samo riječ ove godine

Zato jebeš Darwina i njegove teorije

Kakva evolucija, sine, otvori novine

Mi radimo sranja kakva ne rade ni životinje

Evo primjera: daj pogledaj jadne žene

Koje žele postat majke da bi onda bile cijele

Al' ne mogu imat ništa više od samo želje

Dok takozvana majka baci bebu u kontejner

Danas kasno je stvari, vraćati u ravnotežu

Kasno je da mijenjaš sebe, i kasno je za vjeru

Davno prodali smo duše onom crnom kondukteru

Natrag dobili smo karte za vlak u jednom smjeru

Danas — za nas šanse više ne postoje

Danas — spremni svi za put prema dolje

We have abandoned Jesus and his father

We're killing each other for damn money

People die every day, but we don't have enough

We poison those closest to each other, and we speak to each other in the air

We pity the poor ones far away, 'who knows

And we hurt for those who are right in front of our noses

Children walk around us naked and barefoot

Let us laugh at the brothers whose shoes are not leather

We take drugs when we hide from ourselves

And we enjoy that moment, and later we get fucked

Later we ask God, because this life is not working for us

And we cry when women give birth to sick babies

We all become blind, we don't see how we live

We do this to ourselves, and we blame everyone else

Look at us somewhere, as if we don't have a digitron

We spend twice as much as we earn

We are selfish, son, even if we have a lot

But we give, only if we get more with it

Selfishness is the biggest game we play

But one thing is certain: we are all going to hell

Today, there are no more chances for us

Today — all ready for the way down

Today — there's no turning back this time

Today — for our children there is no tomorrow

Today, there are no more chances for us

Today — all ready for the way down

Today — there's no turning back this time

Today — for our children there is no tomorrow

Times are tough, they are not easy for almost anyone

Son, what kind of people are we?

Times are like that for us

When I look out the window this world is like hell

There are probably no pedophile parties even in hell

Politics of the people, in other words robbery

He fights for the rich, and who the hell gives a damn about the poor

Once thick asphalt, now the surface is thin

Because of the more difficult steps without towels and beggars

My dears, humanity is just the word this year

That's why you screw Darwin and his theories

What an evolution, son, open the newspaper

We do shit that animals don't do

Here's an example: look at the poor women

Who want to become mothers in order to be whole

But I can't have anything more than just a wish

While the so-called mother throws the baby into the container

Today it is too late to bring things back into balance

It's too late to change yourself, and it's too late to believe

We sold our souls to that black conductor a long time ago

We got one-way train tickets back

Today, there are no more chances for us

Today — all ready for the way down