Brijuni [English translation]

Many charter planes landed on airport of Pula,

There is meeting of presidents of our region.

Motorcade is formed of black limousines,

Everybody hurries to come to Brioni by powerboats.

Today's topic is gray economy,

Where are taxes lost, and where is money got.

Is there anything good from forein lobbies?

There are only hard topics, so there is gastronomy, too.

Josipović* and Nikolić** sit by smorgasbord,

And slowly, Bakir Izetbegović*** is coming there.

They have pain in ther legs because of todays meeting, so:

"Why there is no Swedish chairs alongside smorgasbord?"****

Nikolić says: "Our tendecies and aspirations

Are entering Euro-Atlantic integrations."

Josipović says: "Listen to me, my friend,

You can stretch out on your bed only how long it is."

And Bakir would add only one thing:

"Just, let we are healthy, everything else will come, if God let it,

Inchallah, if God let it."

Željko Komšić is filling peacepipe,

He's got shit from Official Algeria.

He takes guitar in cloud of smoke, and says:

"Let's sing our old song"?

Politics is bitch,

Damned her.

No matter what, we are all the same,

We are all the same shit.

All of three delegations stand on balcony,

In good atmosphere and casual style.

Is it because of rakija, or because of good shit,

Everybody seemed to hear voice of comrade Tito:

"Let me ask you, comrades, hell you,

Why did you fuck up our beautiful Yuga*?!

You extingushed the flame of fraternity and unity**,

All of you will go to Goli Otok***, you will crush stones!"

It is not because of drugs, nor it is becuase of loza****,

They, again hear voice of Josip Broz:

"Why did you frighten, it was just a little joke

To get you away from meeting and tiredness.

Let's play accordion, let's untie ties,

It is easy to people, who give a fuck to them?"

Politics is bitch,

Damned her.

No matter what, we are all the same,

We are all the same shit.

• Artist:Dubioza Kolektiv
• Album:Apsurdistan