Translation of the song lyrics Panika - Edo Maajka

Panika (original)

Pa, pa, pa, pa panika
Medijska je gimnastika
Bacaju sumnju to je taktika
Svaka ideja ima ratnika pa kažem
Pa, pa, pa, pa panika
Po zidu samo mržnja, svastika
To nije život, to je plastika
Loša vremena su za radnika
Ne trebaju im radnici, trebaju im borci panika da ubija čak i kad su i ćorci
Sve kupuju novci, mediji su k’o stronciji zrače te i prozom, dok sloboda je u
boci
Boca i sloboda za većinu k’o i voda
Popizd' nepoželjnih novinara
Faksaju sa broda
Stavi joda na rane, raspodjeli zabrane nahrani sarane, neposluh na sahrane
Jarane, daj mi kampanje
Nek počne laganje, nek počne farbanje
Silovanje, bilo otima sa svakoga koraka
Na skupu kad me čuju
Da se odma smrznu od straha
Daj im graha, prvo koja da pucaju od zdravlja
Uči povijest, to je važno
Jer jučer se ponavlja
Generacija obnavlja, a malo uči gradivo slobodu kad režu, režu je naživo
Pa, pa, pa, pa panika
Medijska je gimnastika
Bacaju sumnju to je taktika
Svaka ideja ima ratnika pa kažem
Pa, pa, pa, pa panika
Po zidu samo mržnja, svastika
To nije život, to je plastika
Loša vremena su za radnika
Panika raste, pa raste i nervoza
Palicom po glavi, ne to nije simbioza
Većini treba posla, a ne medijska nervoza čuvaj svoju dušu, vlada duševna ciroza
Ispiti su blizu, plave koverte su spremne dobro došli u doba nize stručne spreme
Bit' će super za kriminal, al' jebeno za žene
To panika naciju pretvara u lokalno pleme
Panika je, nema koncetracije, ni mira
Kad počne pucat, jednostavno ne zna
U šta cilja kad počne pričat
Jednostavno ne zna u šta dira
Panika je, sezone su pucanja čireva
Ljudi pucaju k’o kokice i slabo mole
U biti dosta mole, al' se nimalo ne vole
Oće sile, pune brikera ili oćeš možda troje šta god se igr’o, dočekaju te na
vole
Panika
Pa, pa, pa, pa panika
Medijska je gimnastika
Bacaju sumnju to je taktika
Svaka ideja ima ratnika pa kažem
Pa, pa, pa, pa panika
Po zidu samo mržnja, svastika
To nije život, to je plastika
Loša vremena su za radnika

Panika (translation)

Well, well, well, panic
Media is gymnastics
They doubt it is a tactic
Every idea has a warrior so I say
Well, well, well, panic
On the wall only hatred, swastika
It's not life, it's plastic
Bad times are for the worker
They don't need workers, they need panic fighters to kill even when they are dead
Money buys everything, the media radiates like strontium and prose, while freedom is in
bottles
Bottle and freedom for most like water
Popizd 'undesirable journalists
They fax from the ship
Put iodine on wounds, distribute prohibitions on feeding carp, disobedience on funerals
Dude, give me the campaign
Let him start lying, let him start painting
Rape, any kidnapping at every turn
At a meeting when they hear me
To freeze immediately from fear
Give them beans, the first to shoot for health
Learning history is important
Because it repeats itself yesterday
Generation renews, and little material learns freedom when they cut, they cut it alive
Well, well, well, panic
Media is gymnastics
They doubt it is a tactic
Every idea has a warrior so I say
Well, well, well, panic
On the wall only hatred, swastika
It's not life, it's plastic
Bad times are for the worker
Panic grows, so does nervousness
With a stick to the head, no it's not a symbiosis
Most people need work, not media nervousness, save your soul, mental cirrhosis reigns
Exams are close, blue envelopes are ready to be welcomed in an age of lower education
It'll be great for crime, but fucking for women
This panic turns the nation into a local tribe
There is panic, no concentration, no peace
When he starts shooting, he just doesn’t know
What is his goal when he starts talking?
He just doesn't know what he's touching
It's panic, the seasons are bursting with ulcers
People shoot like popcorn and pray poorly
In fact, they pray a lot, but they don't like each other at all
They want forces, full of brikers or maybe three people, no matter what they play, they will welcome you to
will
Panic
Well, well, well, panic
Media is gymnastics
They doubt it is a tactic
Every idea has a warrior so I say
Well, well, well, panic
On the wall only hatred, swastika
It's not life, it's plastic
Bad times are for the worker