Translation of the song lyrics Prvi maj - Dubioza Kolektiv

Prvi maj (original)

Ni danas nije počeo svenarodni ustanak
Idu svi na sindikalni prvomajski uranak
Proleteri kao jedan žure do cilja
Nozdrve golica miris roštilja
U potoku hladi se par gajbi piva
Iz flaša se nateže rakija šljiva
Radničke parole danas nema ko da nosa
I neće se pjevat' «Bandiera rossa»
Niko ne priziva suzavac, pendrek
Zašto politikom kvariti dernek
Tequila sunrise, mjesto Molotova
U kolo se hvata i kordon drotova
Digla se čitava bivša Juga
Nećemo nikome biti sluga
Neustrašivo derneči drug uz druga
Hrabro se mezi i složno se cuga
Naspi nam po rakiju i nazdravi za kraj
Tehnološki višak danas slavi 1. maj
Ovdje se rastajemo, zbogom, good bye
Mi idemo u stečaj, sretan 1. maj
Danas nije Olimpijada
Danas nije ni gej parada
Garant nije Čimburijada
Danas je praznik, Dan rada
Radnička pjesma gromko se ori
Pjesma što slavi neradni dan
Suncobran, meza, potok žubori
Zašto da kvarimo savršen plan?
Nikog ne zanima ni klasna borba
Krčka u kazanu begova čorba
Kakva revolucija i Pariška komuna
Evo deset ćevapa u pola somuna
Kad ugase roštilje i utihnu pjevaljke
S livade nestanu ćebad i ležaljke
Kući ćeš umoran leći u krevet
Sanjaćeš zaslužen radnički dženet
Prije tih snova sebi obećaj
Samo levati idu u stečaj
Biro je početak, a penzija kraj
Radnička klasa odlazi u raj

Prvi maj (translation)

Even today, the nationwide uprising did not begin
Everyone goes to the union's May Day dawn
Proletarians as one rush to the goal
The nostrils tickle the smell of barbecue
A couple of crates of beer are chilled in the creek
Plum brandy is poured from the bottle
There is no one to carry workers' slogans today
And there will be no singing of "Bandiera rossa"
No one summons tear gas, baton
Why spoil the party with politics
Tequila sunrise, place of Molotov
A cordon of wires is also caught in the circle
The whole of the former South has risen
We will not be anyone's servant
He yells fearlessly at each other
He mixes bravely and drinks in unison
Pour us some brandy and make a toast to the end
Technology redundancy is celebrating May 1st today
Here we part, goodbye, good bye
We are going bankrupt, happy May 1st
Today is not the Olympics
It's not even a gay parade today
The guarantor is not the Cimburijada
Today is a holiday, Labor Day
The workers' song is sung loudly
A song that celebrates a non-working day
Umbrella, meza, stream murmurs
Why spoil the perfect plan?
Nobody cares about class struggle
The bey's stew is simmering in the cauldron
What a revolution and the Paris Commune
Here are ten kebabs in half flat bread
When they turn off the grills and shut up the singers
Blankets and deckchairs disappear from the meadow
You'll be tired of lying in bed at home
You will dream of a well-deserved workers' paradise
Promise yourself before those dreams
Only the left is going bankrupt
The bureau is the beginning, and the pension is the end
The working class is going to heaven