Ravnodušan Prema Plaču - Riblja Čorba

Ravnodusan prema placu,

obozavam ilovacu.

Gotova je moja muka,

pa se smejem iz sanduka.

Oko mene su, u stvari,

licemeri i govnari,

svako mi za dusu pije,

a znam, lazu drkadzije,

svako ko je tu plakao,

poslo bi me u pakao.

A gore mi pevaju popovi,

i nasledjuju me lopovi.

Sapucu samozvani proroci:

Upropastise ga poroci,

dok izjavljuju saucesce,

pljuju po meni sve cesce i zesce,

na glavu mi stavljaju lovore,

drze mi posmrtne govore,

stoka sto laze kako zine,

preuvelicava moje vrline.

Ravnodusan preme placu,

i konacno sasvim sam,

obozavam ilovacu,

ne moze mi nista sljam.

Mozda nema ko da place,

pa placaju narikace,

mnogo sveta, divan sprovod,

za pijanku sjajan povod,

ko u svakom dobrom vicu

sreca je na svakom licu,

grobar ceka napojnicu,

jos po jedna za ubicu,

za presrecnu porodicu,

i veselu udovicu!

Indifferent to the plot,

I adore clay.

My torment is over,

so I laugh out of the box.

Around me are, in fact,

hypocrites and shitheads,

everyone drinks for my soul,

and I know, motherfucker lie,

everyone who cried there,

it would send me to hell.

And upstairs my priests are singing,

and thieves inherit me.

Self-proclaimed prophets whisper:

Destroy him with vices,

while expressing condolences,

they spit on me more and more often,

they put laurels on my head,

they give me obituaries,

cattle that lie as they eat,

exaggerates my virtues.

Indifferent to the plot,

and finally all alone,

I love clay,

I can't do anything.

Maybe there's no one to cry,

so they pay mourners,

many worlds, wonderful funeral,

a great occasion for drunkenness,

who in every good joke

happiness is on every face,

the gravedigger is waiting for a tip,

one more for the killer,

for a happy family,

and a merry widow!