Pogledaj Dom Svoj, Anđele - Riblja Čorba

Pogledaj dom svoj, andjele,

i skini paucinu s ociju,

videces prizore potresne,

videces nesrecne i bolesne,

videces cemer, smrt i jad.

Pogledaj stado, andjele,

sve sami bogalji i prosjaci,

slepi tumaraju u gomili,

svima su kicmu polomili,

od tebe ocekuju spas.

Pogledaj bagru, andjele,

njihova dusa je prokleta,

svima su stavili amove,

sebi sagradili hramove,

ruke im ogrezle u krv.

Podigni mac svoj, andjele,

seti se krstaskih ratova,

seti se preklanih vratova,

kad dodjes bogu na istinu,

nek ti u dusi vlada mir.

Uslisi molitve, andjele,

dabogda pocrkali dusmani,

pa budi andjeo osvete,

neka na svojoj kozi osete,

sta znaci beda, strah i bol.

Look at your home, angel,

and take the cobweb off your eyes,

you see shocking scenes,

you will see the unhappy and the sick,

you will see sorrow, death and misery.

Look at the flock, angels,

all cripples and beggars,

the blind wander in the crowd,

they broke everyone's spine,

they expect salvation from you.

Look at the acacia, angels,

their soul is cursed

they put amoves on everyone,

built temples for themselves,

their hands were drenched in blood.

Raise your sword, angel,

remember the crusades,

remember the bowed neck,

when you come to god for the truth,

may peace reign in your soul.

Hear the prayers, angels,

God damn the enemies,

so be an angel of vengeance,

let them feel on their skin,

which means misery, fear and pain.