O, Bože - Đorđe Balašević

Upalim radio da čujem

Gde su drugovi cenjeni

Koji su bednici na kojoj sednici

Večeras smenjeni

Ugasim radio, prelistam novine

Da vidim šta se odjutros obećava

Članovi, klanovi, Gebelsi

Ždanovi, magla i mećava

O Bože, ti valjda znaš šta radiš

Ti imaš bolji pregled, majstore (legendo)

Ali iz našeg tupog ugla izgleda gusto

O Bože, nije da kukam da nas vadiš

Al' zapelo je negde, treba nam tip sa iskustvom

Postoje opravdane sumnje

Da sam pravi genije

Samo sto više nemam pojma

Šta bih s' tim

O, zakaj nisam vanzemaljac

Iz SR Slovenije?

Lepo mi dođe da se otcepim

U TV dnevniku

Istočni Nemci ruše zid.

'Leba ti?!

Ne minirati, već razmontirati

Nama će trebati

Sve ću rasprodati

Jedino neću gramofon, ostali «zbogom»

Znam, mogu mediji biti i bedniji

Ali ne mnogo

I turn on the radio to hear

Where comrades are valued

What are the wretches at which session

Shifted tonight

I turn off the radio, leaf through the newspaper

Let's see what is promised this morning

Members, clans, Goebbels

Ghosts, fog and blizzards

Oh God, I guess you know what you're doing

You have a better overview, master (legend)

But from our blunt angle it looks dense

Oh God, I'm not whining you're taking us out

But it's stuck somewhere, we need a guy with experience

There are justified doubts

That I am a true genius

I just have no idea anymore

What would I do with that

Oh, why am I not an alien

From SR Slovenia?

It was nice for me to break away

In the TV diary

East Germans tear down a wall.

'Leba ti ?!

Do not mine, but dismantle

We will need it

I'll sell everything

Only I don't want a turntable, the others "goodbye"

I know, the media can be poorer

But not much