Ja ratujem sam [English translation]

Every night I invite quislings* for a drink

Sissies all around me

He who sleeps with kids, wakes up wet

I searched with a candle, no living people around

Judge and jury at the same time

Help!

I fight the war alone, I fight the war alone

My own brother will trick me and lie to me

He'd sell me out, stab me in the neck

I don't trust anyone, nor would I place my trust in anyone

I fight the war alone, I fight the war alone

Frightened friends won't move a finger

I'm the next one to be crucified

My conscience is clean, I won't make any regrets,

While my mind serves me well, I will use it

My voice is powerful, thus I bark loudly

Help!

I fight the war alone, I fight the war alone

* Quislings, as in "traitors" - originally "Brankovićes", referring to a Serbian legend of Vuk Branković's betrayal at the Kosovo Battle of 1389 (which was actually false)

• Artist:Riblja Čorba
• Album:Buvlja pijaca