Mrtvo More - Riblja Čorba

Budim se ujutru mrtav i hladan

sedam u camac u ranu zoru

narod na obali ceka gladan

dok lovim ribu u mrtvom moru

Znojim se, kopam, mnogo sam vredan

moram da pomognem svome rodu

narod na pesku ceka zedan

dok u Sahari trazim vodu

Nasmesim se, al' za minut

budem tuzan i zabrinut

nasmesim se, al' ne vredi

osmeh se na licu sledi

Okov na rukama, jaram na vratu

kako da spasem zrtvene janjce

suznji cekaju u kazamatu

da im ziletom presecem lance

Zemlja je postala veliki bordel

sve su nas odveli na lobotomiju

mi smo prevazidjen, zastareli model

slomljenom nemaju sta da slomiju

I wake up in the morning dead and cold

seven in the boat at dawn

the people on the coast are waiting hungry

while fishing in the Dead Sea

I'm sweating, I'm digging, I'm very valuable

I have to help my family

the people on the sand are waiting

while in the Sahara I seek water

I smile, but in a minute

I will be sad and worried

I smile, but it's not worth it

a smile follows on his face

Shackles on hands, yoke on neck

how to save sacrificial lambs

the slaves are waiting in the casemate

to cut their chains with a razor

The country has become a big brothel

they took us all to a lobotomy

we are an obsolete, outdated model

to the broken they have nothing to break