Đorđe Balašević "Kere Varošanke" lyrics

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Kere Varošanke

Imo bi ja što god kasti i akonto Ove Vlasti... Ali neću...đavo je tu da me tera... Ja sam tu da ne pretera... Odoleću...Briga mene za "poštene" što zastrane...Za ministre, nadobudne i nastraneBriga me za razne mustre, notaroše, mlade žustre...Što zanoće ko "hetero", a osvanu na četvero...Imo bi ja što god kasti... ej...čerez čega? Vidi jarca! Slaba vajda od bećarca!ja sam o de zadnja šuša, nema mene ko da posluša...

Imo bi ja što god kasti ne mož otog rep izrasti... Al izvin te...Već sam bego preko bašte... Ajd jedared i vi kašte... Il se skin te...Marim ja za bezbožnike prve vrste,Što ćorišu levom dok se desnom krste...Baška što za nji ne vredi nijedna od zapovedi,Donacije već otvore rajske dveri za zlotvore...Imo bi ja što god kasti, ej...A s tim ću samo steći neke dušmane i jedivekeBeležnike što se mite.. činovnike nezasite...Načelnike... i finanse... Okan te se... Nema šanse...

Lajte kere varošanke... Kera sam i sam... Odlično vas znam...Ne dam za vas žute banke... Lajte samo znajte da vas ne slušam...Dok je meni moje ljubice... Moje bubice... I golubice...Man te me se gracki kerovi... Baš i niste neki zverovi...

Imo bi ja što god kasti, bilo bi tu da se masti... Ali C!Pre bi ti ja reko štošta pa da ne znam kol ko košta... Sada? Duplo C! C!Ne pominjem Te što su nas obrukali...Iz mesta nas žandarima odrukali...Dele zemlju i drumove na zaove i kumove...Zakunu se pa odaju... Prepakuju pa prodaju...

Imo bi ja što god kasti, ej...Nateraću na vrat bedu, oštaplere sve po redu:Prefarbane stare kante... Promašene muzikante...Razne vojne liferante... i berzanske špekulante...

Imo bi ja što god kasti da se čovek zaprepasti... Paz da ne bi...Svi to vide, svima jasno, samo ja da kažem glasno? Dođ te sebi...Što bi prič o o dvoličnim barabama?O njima će pisati po tarabamaDa su krali... nisko pali... tuđe snove prokartali...Sve spiskali... sve popasli... I ispali nedorasli...Imo bi ja što god kasti... ej...Pa da mene stigne kazna? Da crvenim kad se saznaDa su mi pajtaši stari ordinarni šibicari...Prevaranti zlatousti... Lezilebi jedni pusti...

Lajte kere varošanke...

The Dogs of the Varoš*

I could say something about this government, too... But I won't... Devil's gonna make me... I'll try to prevent him...I'll resist...I don't care about "fair" ones who go astray...Nor about ministers, hopeful and kinky...I don't care about all those who just observe, public notaries, young and brisk...They go to sleep being straight, but wake up in a gang bang...I could say something... Eh...But for what? Look at the fool! No use from becarac**!Nobody cares about me, nobody listens to me...

I could say something, but that's not enough... Sorry...I have already run from the persecutors... It's time for you to admit the same... Or get off my d***.I do care for the elite godless ones,Who procrastinate with the left hand while cross themselves with the right one...For them the Ten Commandments are worthless,Cause donations will open the heaven doors for foes..I could say something... Eh...But I would just expose myself to the enemies and naggers,Corrupt notaries... Insatiable clerks...Mayors... Financiers... Step away... No way...

You can bark, the dogs of varoš... I am the dog too... I know you well...I don't find you worthy... Bark, but know I don't listen to you...I have my darling... My little bug... And a dove...Step away, you city dogs... You're not so dangerous...

I could say something, it would make a fuss... But no!Some time ago I wouldn't hold myself, no matter the price...But now? Double no! No!I don't talk about those who made a disgrace of us...And instantly betrayed us to the knaves...They divide the land and roads between sister-in-laws and godfathers...They swear, and then disclose... Repack, and then sell...

I could say something... Eh...But I would attract misery and all those charlatans:Repainted old buckets... Failed musicians...All sorts of army suppliers... And stock speculators...

I could say something that would shock everybody... But I won't...Everybody sees it, everybody gets it, but only I have to say it out loud? Be smart...Why would I talk about double-faced vagabonds?Somebody's going to write about them on the wallsThat they have stolen... Fallen.. And traded somebody else's dreams...Spent it all... Ate it all... And ended unfit...I could say something... Eh...And then suffer the punishment? And then blush when it gets outThat my pals are ordinary street thieves...Golden-mouthed fraudsters... Danglers of all kinds...

You can bark, the dogs of varoš...

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