Panika [English translation]

Pa - pa - pa - pa - panic!

Using media is gymnastics

They cast doubt, that's a tactic

Every idea has warriors, so I say

Pa - pa - pa - pa - panic!

Only hate on the walls, a swastika

That's not life, that's plastic

The times are bad for workers

They don't need workers, they need fighters

So that panic can kill even when they're firing blanks

Money buys everything, the media are like strontium

They irradiate you with hypnosis while freedom is in a bottle

A bottle and freedom, but bread and water for the majority

Pissed off with unwanted journalists, they fax from the boat

Put iodine on your wounds, distribute bans

Feed the fish, be disobedient at funerals

Friend! Give them campaigns

Let the lying start, let the painting start

Rape and billboards at every turn

When they hear me at meetings I want them to freeze out of fear

Give them beans, firstly because they're bursting with goodness

Learn history, that's important because it often repeats itself

A generation born anew, but barely learns the foundations

When they cut freedom, they cut her alive

Pa - pa - pa - pa - panic!

Using media is gymnastics

They cast doubt, that's a tactic

Every idea has warriors, so I say

Pa - pa - pa - pa - panic!

Only hate on the walls, a swastika

That's not life, that's plastic

The times are bad for workers

Panic grows and so does anxiety

A bat to the head, no, that's not symbiosis

The majority needs work, not media anaesthesia

Look after your soul, cirrhosis of the soul reigns

The examinations are close, blue envelopes are ready

Welcome to the age of lower professional qualifications

It'll be great for criminals, but fucked for women

Panic turns a nation into a localised tribe

It's panic, there's no concentration or peace

When the shooting starts, no one knows what they're aiming at

When the talking starts, no one knows what they're getting into

It's panic, the seasons are bursting ulcers

People are popping like popcorn, and praying weakly

They pray for murder enough, but they don't love themselves at all

They want violence, badges, lighters, or maybe you want joy

Whatever you're playing, they're waiting for the volley, panic

Pa - pa - pa - pa - panic!

Using media is gymnastics

They cast doubt, that's a tactic

Every idea has warriors, so I say

Pa - pa - pa - pa - panic!

Only hate on the walls, a swastika

That's not life, that's plastic

The times are bad for workers

• Artist:Edo Maajka
• Album:Štrajk Mozga