Translation of the song lyrics Radnička Klasa Odlazi U Raj - Haustor

Radnička Klasa Odlazi U Raj (original)

U cekaonu na prvom peronu
Gdje crni davo toci prvi konjak
Iznad mracnih podnatrulih lica
Kroz prozor prhne crna tica
I veli tada, veli grdi crni stvor
Never more
I veli tada, veli grdi crni stvor
Bolje je da odete, prilike su nove
Ulozi u povijesti dosao je kraj
U pola cetiri ujutro sa perona pet
Radnicka klasa odlazi u raj
Pa pa proleteri
Pa pa proleteri
Pa pa proleteri
Pa pa
A crni davo rukavice skida
On pruza ruke, grli se sa svima
Poljubi ruzu, baci je u rulju
I vikne ah, ta nesretna sudbina
Placam pice svakome tko ostane
Never more
Placam pice svakome tko ostane
Bolje je da odemo, prilike su nove
Ulozi u povijesti dosao je kraj
U pola cetiri ujutro sa perona pet
Radnicka klasa odlazi u raj
Momci u plavim kapicama
Krenuli su na put
Oni vodiju svoje klince mandolince
Oni vodiju svoje debele zene
Oni vleceju ruksake i prtiju kofere
Oni sedneju u kupe
Z debele demizonke navlaciju
Oni ideju na najveksi weekend vu zivlenju
Oni ideju na najlepsi weekend vu zivlenju
Sebe buju nasli tam
Sve buju nasli tam
Sebe buju nasli tam
Sve buju nasli tam

(translation)

In the waiting room on the first platform
Where the black davo pours the first cognac
Above the dark, bruised faces
A black cock flew through the window
And he says then, he says ugly black creature
Never more
And he says then, he says ugly black creature
You better go, the opportunities are new
The role in history has come to an end
At half past three in the morning from platform five
The working class goes to heaven
Well, proletarians
Well, proletarians
Well, proletarians
Well, well
And the black davo takes off his gloves
He stretches out his arms, hugs everyone
Kiss the rose, throw it in the crowd
And he shouted ah, that unfortunate fate
I pay for drinks to anyone who stays
Never more
I pay for drinks to anyone who stays
We better go, the opportunities are new
The role in history has come to an end
At half past three in the morning from platform five
The working class goes to heaven
Guys in blue caps
They set off
They run their mandolin kids
They run their fat wives
They pull backpacks and pack suitcases
They sit in the compartment
Z thick demizonke navlaciju
They have an idea for the biggest weekend of their lives
They have an idea for the best weekend of their lives
They found themselves there
They found everything there
They found themselves there
They found everything there