| Ravnodusan prema placu,
| Indifferent to the plot,
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| obozavam ilovacu.
| I adore clay.
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| Gotova je moja muka,
| My torment is over,
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| pa se smejem iz sanduka.
| so I laugh out of the box.
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| Oko mene su, u stvari,
| Around me are, in fact,
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| licemeri i govnari,
| hypocrites and shitheads,
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| svako mi za dusu pije,
| everyone drinks for my soul,
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| a znam, lazu drkadzije,
| and I know, motherfucker lie,
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| svako ko je tu plakao,
| everyone who cried there,
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| poslo bi me u pakao.
| it would send me to hell.
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| A gore mi pevaju popovi,
| And upstairs my priests are singing,
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| i nasledjuju me lopovi.
| and thieves inherit me.
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| Sapucu samozvani proroci:
| Self-proclaimed prophets whisper:
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| Upropastise ga poroci,
| Destroy him with vices,
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| dok izjavljuju saucesce,
| while expressing condolences,
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| pljuju po meni sve cesce i zesce,
| they spit on me more and more often,
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| na glavu mi stavljaju lovore,
| they put laurels on my head,
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| drze mi posmrtne govore,
| they give me obituaries,
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| stoka sto laze kako zine,
| cattle that lie as they eat,
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| preuvelicava moje vrline.
| exaggerates my virtues.
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| Ravnodusan preme placu,
| Indifferent to the plot,
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| i konacno sasvim sam,
| and finally all alone,
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| obozavam ilovacu,
| I love clay,
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| ne moze mi nista sljam.
| I can't do anything.
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| Mozda nema ko da place,
| Maybe there's no one to cry,
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| pa placaju narikace,
| so they pay mourners,
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| mnogo sveta, divan sprovod,
| many worlds, wonderful funeral,
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| za pijanku sjajan povod,
| a great occasion for drunkenness,
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| ko u svakom dobrom vicu
| who in every good joke
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| sreca je na svakom licu,
| happiness is on every face,
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| grobar ceka napojnicu,
| the gravedigger is waiting for a tip,
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| jos po jedna za ubicu,
| one more for the killer,
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| za presrecnu porodicu,
| for a happy family,
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| i veselu udovicu! | and a merry widow! |