Translation of the song lyrics 99% - Dubioza Kolektiv

99% (original)

EUrofobija, gubi il' dobija?
Buka, mikrofonija kroz gomilu probija
Mozak dekodiran, bijes apsorbiran
Čeka se na momenat kad sve će da eksplodira
EUtanazija, sumnja se razvija
Svjetlija budućnost ili puka fantazija
Dok um metastazira, ummet fantazira
Dalja nam Evropa nego Afrika, Azija
Tenzija raste jače, narod pun je gnjeva
Riječi izgubile su pređimo na djela
Dolazi sve na svoje baš kako i treba
Kako i neće kad se nema ni za hljeba
Zašto da sistem lomi samo moja rebra?
Zar moja strana štapa mora biti deblja
Račun je jednostavan sve je vrlo prosto
Nas 99 njih je 1%
Fuerte la gente
Alma y mente
Siempre presente
Va luchar, van a luchar x 4
Narod kondicioniran, gudrama stondiran
Čeka socijalni mir, neko Tita da klonira
Moral demoliran, samoizoliran
Prstom neće maći prije nego implodira
Euroskeptici, šatro heretici
Dok seru o slobodi, vrlo skloni patetici viču:
«tamnica naroda», na pameti zarada
A gdje je bolje sutra pitajte Milana Tarota
Okus slobode, miris mokraće u zraku
Dok čekamo da svane tapkamo u mraku
Kamere škljocaju, snimaju bjednike
Savršeno meso za večernje dnevnike
Zašto da sistem lomi samo naša rebra?
Zar naša strana štapa mora biti deblja?
Račun je jednostavan sve je vrlo prosto
Nas 99 njih je 1%

99% (translation)

EUrophobia, losing or gaining?
Noise, microphones broke through the crowd
Brain decoded, anger absorbed
We are waiting for the moment when everything will explode
EUtanasia, suspicion developed
A brighter future or mere fantasy
While the mind metastasizes, the ummah fantasizes
Europe is more distant to us than Africa, Asia
The tension is growing stronger, the people are full of anger
Words have lost the deed to deeds
Everything comes to its own just as it should
How can it not when there is no bread
Why should the system only break my ribs?
Does my side of the stick have to be thicker
The account is simple, everything is very simple
99 of us are 1%
Fuck the people
Alma y mente
Always present
To play, to play x 4
The people are conditioned, they are stoned
Waiting for social peace, someone to clone Tito
Morality demolished, self-isolated
He won't move a finger before he implodes
Eurosceptics, tent heretics
While shitting about freedom, very prone to pathos shout:
"Dungeon of the people", earnings in mind
And where is better tomorrow ask Milan Tarot
The taste of freedom, the smell of urine in the air
While we wait for dawn, we tap in the dark
Cameras snap, record the poor
Perfect meat for evening diaries
Why should the system only break our ribs?
Does our side of the stick have to be thicker?
The account is simple, everything is very simple
99 of us are 1%