Lyrics:

Secondment from Dobrava to Pleso, in this song, brother, everything is conscious,
Šokci think that they got away cheaply, Balije are finished, it's their turn now

Idiots, screw you, we're fighting battle only for ourselves,
you make friends with balije, both of you carry a dagger in your souls

It is the greatest disgrace in the world, to be a Croat in the twentieth century,
all of them butchers, one worse than the other, all of them good-for-nothing heroes

Idiots, screw you, we're fighting battle only for ourselves,
you make friends with balije, both of you carry a dagger in your souls

They brag about a thousand-year-old culture, the world wonders what fools they are,
a nation that is genocidal at heart, Sranjo won't last long, he will fail soon

Idiots, screw you, we're fighting battle only for ourselves,
you make friends with balije, both of you carry a dagger in your souls



Serbian latin:

Prekomanda Dobrave na Pleso, u ovoj pesmi sve je brale svesno,
misle Šokci jeftino su prošli, gotove su balije, oni na red došli

Idioti, ko vas jebe, mi bijemo bitku samo za sebe,
kumite se s balijama, i jednim i drugim u duši je kama

Najveća je sramota na svetu biti Hrvat u dvadesetom veku,
sve koljači, gori od gorega, junačine moji do mojega

Idioti, ko vas jebe, mi bijemo bitku samo za sebe,
kumite se s balijama, i jednim i drugim u duši je kama

Tisućljetnom kulturom se hvale, svet se čudi koje su budale,
genocidan narod je u duši, neće Sranjo dugo, ima da ispuši

Idioti, ko vas jebe, mi bijemo bitku samo za sebe,
kumite se s balijama, i jednim i drugim u duši je kama