Devedesete [English translation]

At least we had those old guitars.. A badge or two on our lapels

Yeah-yeah! would sound so dumb with these crazy people with guns..

But the flag of sixties has been made by styluses

And the yellow brick road has spread before us..

At least we had different Che Guevaras, o-o and some major deceptions

Thats the youth blowing (in breath-i have no idea how to translate this), like a sugar powder on a pumpkin pie

Protests of seventies were more of a fashion detail

Because a jug full of freedom has been poured for us.

At least we had travels... Train stations, tears, smoochings..

A red flawless passport that could cross any border without any grumping..

Diaries of eighties were scratched on flashy postcards..

The world was wearing make up cuz of us..

At least we had those dreams thats hard to fullfill

and the dreams are only worth when they grow grey and old with you

you can't measure everything, money can buy lots of stuff

but the dreams are unique..

and then those ninties came, sad and unlucky.. mean..

god smelled the gunpowder and then coldly escaped behind the clouds

Well, after they break constitutions, there is no escape untill the rivers stop

but That day will come.. sooner or later

Then the ninties came, sad and unlucky.. phobic

No-good bastards fill the pages of students's books..

its too late to panic, we gave the chance for madness to become public

and now we are, like, astonished?

at least we had some connections with planet and the people

it has been known who's wearing a toga and who's wearing a flower in his hair, oh lucky insane people..

The Lie has become courageous and the scumbags are preaching about moral

Pa je OK koral dignut oko nas...So OK CORAL has been built around us..

Well, **** you , Ninties, i can only curse you

no one will cry for you or write songs about you

you ****ed up the whole generation and you'll be lucky if you only get a refrain

in front of the church of real values

well, **** you, Ninties, your story is over

and may we never remember all those low-lives and bastards

after they face the law.. or let them kill each other

which has its advantages.

• Artist:Đorđe Balašević