Kruzer - Who See

Jutros je u zaliv opet uplovio kruzer

Hiljadu baba Svabica kroz grad se guze

Dva na sat puze, kroz uske ulice guzve

Vidjeh i dve crnkinje, no su bile ruzne

Sto je ovo, druze, ne moze se disat'

A onda neko ovo zove elitni turizam

Ako to izgleda ovako, nek' se sve ambisa

A ja cu skupit' stvari i preselit' se u Risan

Svi imaju barem po Cannon Mark 2

A u grad ne ostave ni 5 eura il' bar dva

Recite mi kakvu imam korist, hocu da znam

Zasto se guram sa strancima povazdan

Dje god da se okrenem, samo babe, djedovi

Saobracaj u kolapsu, a ispred radnje redovi

Da se prodje preko Rive trebaju mi vjekovi

Mislim se, ajde kuci, mirno more i srecno vi (mrs)

Sta je ovo, jebem ti

Jutros sa pola svijesti cuo sam na vijesti

Da ce tri kruzera na Rivu smjestit'

Saku tableta cu pojes' i poc' se objesit'

Budem li kasnio zbog guzve na cesti

Smog u tunel, od buke bubne opne tutnje

U drugom pravcu isto kad idem put kuce

Prokuvace auto jer je nenormalno vruce

Dok stranci put pasaju da se u grad udje

Da zabodem kafu, casu vode i novine

Ne verujem, jer je staraca na stotine

Vodici nose neke table, setamo k’o bocice

Skljocaju aparati, sladoled i kokice

Moderni turisti sa maskama i umbrelama

I lijepo im stoje carape sa sandalama

Sabijemo se u grad, svakodnevnica standardna

Zaboravim je l' sam pos’o ili se vracam sad

Sta je ovo, jebem ti

This morning a cruiser sailed into the bay again

Thousands of Baba Svabica are snuggling through the city

Two crawls for an hour, through the narrow streets of the crowd

I also saw two black women, but they were ugly

What is this, buddy, you can't breathe?

And then someone calls this elite tourism

If it looks like this, let it all fall apart

And I'll pack up and move to Risan

Everyone has at least a Cannon Mark 2

And they don't leave 5 euros or at least two in the city

Tell me what benefit I have, I want to know

Why do I push with strangers all day

Wherever I turn, only grandparents

Traffic collapses, and queues in front of the store

It takes me centuries to cross the Riva

I mean, come home, calm sea and good luck to you (mrs)

What the fuck is this

I heard on the news half-conscious this morning

That three cruisers will be located on the Riva

I want to eat a tablet and start hanging up

If I'm late because of the traffic jam

Smog in the tunnel, from the noise of the eardrum rumble

The other way around when I go home

It will boil the car because it is abnormally hot

While foreigners pass the road to enter the city

To stab coffee, a glass of water and a newspaper

I don't believe it, because there are hundreds of old people

Guides carry some boards, we walk like bottles

Appliances, ice cream and popcorn are snapping

Modern tourists with masks and umbrellas

And socks with sandals look good on them

We gather in the city, everyday life is standard

I forget if I'm on my own or if I'm coming back now

What the fuck is this