Lyrics of Mater Vam Jebem - Edo Maajka

Mater Vam Jebem (original)

Ovako
Kod nas se od Dejtona godine broje
Ljudi se ljudi boje i svako glasa za svoje (samo za svoje)
Brđani postaju građani
Do juče svjetla gasili sjekirama, al sad su u odjelima (seljačine)
Mirnese sredi ih Mirnese jebi im mater
Ako se ti počneš prodavat i tebi ću mater jebavat (i tebi)
Da znaš, nije bitna ideologija, bitna je biologija
Bitna je genetika balije, ustaše i četnika (to je bitno)
Svaka ovca svome krdu krave uz telad
U šarena vrata gledat jedni drugima mater jebavat
Znam ko je počeo rat, znam šta je glad
Znam kad su šešeljevci došli u moj grad (znam)
Pričamo ono kako je sad, slabo se mičemo s mjesta
Puni smo rupa ko naša cesta
Često vučemo ručnu vidiš svaki biser
Išli bi naprijed ali volimo taj rikverc (jebi ga volimo)
Postalo nam navika da ne radi ni jedna fabrika
Malverzacije prešutimo, gazde ne ljutimo
Navikli se na gebiru i u miru
Mladi iz zemlje bježe, izbjeglice se vratit neće
Ne moraju nek zarađuju, nek nam šalju para
Mi ćemo živit u mraku, jedni drugima jebavat majku… (u šupak)
Cijela država plaća reket
Po kućama oružja
Od rata čuje se zveket
Imamo mina ko jagoda pune oranice
Ali neće brati urod oni što su pravili sadnice
Bole nas kite
Imamo resursa više pogotovo metala, govana, metana
To je nas zrak i hrana, s tim nas vođe hrane
Ne znam za vas ja sam sit, u mene više ne stane
Svako kurac u državi puši, zatvara uši
Pred nepoznatim ljudima držim jezik za zubima
Dal selam, zdravo, bok kako je pravo?
Ne znam više šta da kažem u sranju da se ne nađem
Bace u uho bubu, sviraju ratnu trubu
Ljude drukčijeg pogleda imaju na zubu
A da im isprave pogled poslaće jedan odred
Da im zapaljenu kuću gledaju kroz dvogled
Al nema ratne nevere što može uništit temelje
Onaj korijen kuće u kojem su naše duše
Onu burmu i lanac što u temelj baci Bosanac
Kad kuću pravi u temelj dio sebe stavi
Sruši do temelja — ne ide
Temelj on će ostat vječan ko Sava
Mater vam jebem!
Mater vam jebem!
Mater vam jebem!
Mater vam jebem!

(translation)

Like this
We have been counting the years since Dayton
People are afraid of people and everyone votes for their own (only for their own)
The people of Brda become citizens
Until yesterday, the lights were turned off with axes, but now they are in the departments (peasants)
Mirnese get them Mirnese fuck their mother
If you start selling yourself, I'll fuck your mother too (you too)
You know, ideology doesn't matter, biology matters
The genetics of the Balinese, Ustasha and Chetniks are important (that is important)
Each sheep to its herd of cows with calves
In the colorful door watching each other mother fuck
I know who started the war, I know what famine is
I know when the Seselj people came to my city (I know)
We talk about what it is like now, we move poorly
We are full of holes like our road
We often pull the hand you see every pearl
We would go ahead but we love that reverse (fuck we love it)
It has become a habit for us not to have a single factory
We keep silent about embezzlements, we do not anger the bosses
They got used to gebir and in peace
Young people are fleeing the country, refugees will not return
They don't have to make money, they send us money
We will live in the dark, fuck each other's mother… (in the asshole)
The whole state pays the racket
At gun houses
The sound of war is heard
We have mines like strawberries full of arable land
But those who made seedlings will not reap the harvest
Our kites hurt
We have more resources especially metals, shit, methane
It is our air and food, with it our food leaders
I don't know about you, I'm full, it doesn't fit in me anymore
Every dick in the state smokes, closes his ears
I keep my mouth shut in front of strangers
Dal selam, hello, hi how is it right?
I don't know what else to say in the shit so I don't find myself
They throw a bug in the ear, they play the war trumpet
They have different views on their teeth
A detachment will send them to correct their view
To see their burning house through binoculars
But there is no war unbelief that can destroy the foundations
That root of the house where our souls are
That wedding ring and the chain that the Bosnian threw into the foundation
When he builds a house, he puts a part of himself in the foundation
It collapses to the ground - it doesn't work
The foundation will remain eternal like Sava
Motherfucker!
Motherfucker!
Motherfucker!
Motherfucker!