Kere Varošanke - Đorđe Balašević

(kako smo svirali bećarac kiš-birovu Žari Bobincu

Jerbo se on zdravo zamajava sas politikom

Pa sve cupka onim njegovim nogicama

I poručiva traminac «s' one strane brega»

Ko da je taj drukčiji?)

Imo bi' ja što god kasti

I akonto Ove Vlasti, ali neću

Đavo je tu da me tera

Ja sam tu da ne pretera, odoleću

Briga mene za «poštene» što zastrane

Za ministre, nadobudne i nastrane

Briga me za razne mustre

Notaroše, mlade žustre

Što zanoće ko «hetero», a osvanu na četvero

Imo bi ja što god kasti, ej

Čerez čega?

Vidi jarca!

Slaba vajda od bećarca!

Ja sam o’de zadnja šuša, nema mene ko da posluša

Imo bi' ja što god kasti

Ne mož' otog rep izrasti, al' izvin’te

Već sam bego preko bašte

Ajd' jedared i vi kašte, il' se skin’te

Marim ja za bezbožnike prve vrste

Što ćorišu levom dok se desnom krste

Baška što za nji' ne vredi nijedna od zapovedi

Donacije već otvore, rajske dveri za zlotvore

Imo bi ja što god kasti, ej…

A s' tim ću samo steći neke dušmane i jediveke

Beležnike što se mite, činovnike nezasite

Načelnike i finanse, okan’te se, nema šanse

Lajte kere varošanke

Kera sam i sam, odlično vas znam

Ne dam za vas žute banke

Lajte samo, znajte da vas ne slušam

Dok je meni moje ljubice

Moje bubice i golubice

Man’te me se, gracki kerovi

Baš i niste neki zverovi

Imo bi' ja što god kasti

Bilo bi tu da se masti, ali C!

Pre bi' ti ja reko štošta

Pa da ne znam kol’ko košta… Sada?

Duplo C!

C!

Ne pominjem Te što su nas obrukali

Iz mesta nas žandarima odrukali

Dele zemlju i drumove na zaove i kumove

Zakunu se pa odaju, prepakuju pa prodaju

Imo bi' ja što god kasti, ej

Nateraću na vrat bedu, 'oštaplere sve po redu:

Prefarbane stare kante, promašene muzikante

Razne vojne liferante i berzanske špekulante

Imo bi' ja što god kasti

Da se čovek zaprepasti, paz' da ne bi

Svi to vide, svima jasno

Samo ja da kažem glasno?

Dođ'te sebi

Što bi prič'o o dvoličnim barabama?

O njima će pisati po tarabama

Da su krali, nisko pali, tuđe snove prokartali

Sve spiskali, sve popasli i ispali nedorasli

Imo bi' ja što god kasti, ej

Pa da mene stigne kazna?

Da crvenim kad se sazna

Da su mi pajtaši stari ordinarni šibicari

Prevaranti zlatousti, lezilebi jedni pusti

"How we played the Bečar kir-biro Žari Bobinac

Because he is fooling around with politics

Well, everything sticks to his legs

And let's order a traminer "on the other side of the hill"

Who is that different?)

I would have whatever I caste

And before this Authority, but I will not

The devil is here to make me

I'm here not to overdo it, I'll resist

I care about the "honest" who stray

For ministers, future and foreign

I care about various patterns

Notaries, young zhustre

What happens to "hetero", and dawns on four

I would have whatever caste, hey

Through what?

Look at the goat!

Weak use of becarac!

I'm the last one, there's no one to listen to me

I would have whatever I caste

You can't grow a tail, but I'm sorry

I'm already running across the garden

Come on in, take a look and enjoy yourself!

I care for the ungodly of the first kind

What they chant with their left hand while they baptize with their right hand

Of course, none of the commandments are valid for them

Donations have already opened, heavenly doors for evildoers

I would have whatever caste, hey…

And with that, I will only gain some enemies and elders

Notaries who are bribed, officials are insatiable

Chiefs and financiers, you know, there's no way

Lajte kere varoshanke

I'm Kera myself, I know you very well

I'm not giving you yellow banks

Just bark, know I'm not listening to you

While to me my darlings

My bugs and doves

Don't miss me, Greek dogs

You are not exactly some beast

I would have whatever I caste

It would be there to get fat, but C!

I'd rather tell you something

So I don't know how much it costs… Now?

Double C!

C!

I'm not mentioning that they humiliated us

We were beaten by gendarmes

They divide the land and roads into godparents and godparents

They swear and then give away, repack and then sell

There's anything I can do, hey

I will cause misery on my neck, 'staplers all in order:

Painted old bins, missed musicians

Various military suppliers and stock market speculators

I would have whatever I caste

If a person is astonished, be careful not to

Everyone saw it, everyone understood

Just to say it out loud?

Come to your senses

What would you say about hypocritical bastards?

He will write about them in the fields

That they stole, fell low, ruined other people's dreams

They wrote everything down, got everything wrong and turned out to be minors

There's anything I can do, hey

So that the punishment comes to me?

To blush when it is found out

That my cousins ​​are old ordinary matchmakers

Fraudsters are golden-mouthed, lazy ones