Riblja Čorba "Gastarbajterska Pesma" lyrics

Gastarbajterska Pesma

Osećam se k'o poslednje govnoa to skrivam i čuvam k'o tajnu,samo ćutim, a glasno bih psovn'ooj, Frankfurtu, jebem li ti Majnu.

Ne izlazim, samo kući sedim,vredno šljakam svoje dane radne,svaku marku gledam da prištedim,jedva čekam da subota padne.

Kad subotom narodnjaci dođu,ja na vratu okačim kravatupa izvedem sebe i gospođui ponesem celu svoju platu.

Kada čujem zvuke rodnog krajaja se onda otkačim do jaja,kad muzika kolce mi zasviripraziluk mi iz dupeta viri.

Pijem piće, jedem čevapčiće,sa košulje pokidam dugmiće,pevaljka se malo razgoliti,celo društvo markama je kiti.

U nedelju u podne se budim,da se bilo čega setim ja se trudim.Samleven sam k'o mleveno meso,a možda sam čak i ženu kres'o ?

A gastarbeiter's song

I feel like the last shitAnd I hide it and keep it as a secretI'm only quiet yet I'd loudly swearOh, Frankfurt, I fuck your Main

I don't go out, just sitting homeI work hard trough my working daysI look to save every mark*I can't wait for Saturday to come

When folk singers come at SaturdayI hang a tie on my neckand take out myself and madamand take my whole salary with me

When I hear sounds of my home countryI go nuts completelyWhen music starts playing kolo*a leek is sticking out of my ass

I drink, eat ćevaps*I tear buttons from shirtA singer gets little nakedwhole crowd attire her with marks

I wake up in Sunday afternoonI try to remember anythingI'm minced like a minced meatand I may have even fucked my wife?

*Mark is ex German currency*Kolo is Serbian national dance*Ćevap is a meat specialty