Čovek [English translation]

Words are bigger than acts, ego is bigger than the body

No one knows what you know, read it and you're a fucker

And as the king of the world you're walking through the streets

You grab what you want and you're harassing what bothered you

Trained as a mobster from a mafia movie

They record you in a limo with a gorilla

Hanging out with the bandits as you're burning on crime

They know you're a pussy, but you have connections

You get your coke on the table because someone raided you

In order to sleep less at nights, the quality is in your nose

Apartments, rafts, you're working for your wife

Everyone knows, I get it, but I'm talking about hunting

Basically, the complex is obvious

Sometimes you're a guarantor, sometimes a fucker

So first of all you're thinking of pussy

But the title of a man isn't sold even by gold

You are the one who says we all go into the darkness

You had a party to get drunk

Because of this little fame your marriage is hell

This is Serbia, you're stealing her stack

Cowards around you love it when you're going to the bank

You have a complex as you've never been rowdy

That's why you gather a mob to drink some coffee with them

Donors hide their donation boxes, they fear you

She rotted when they caught you for drugs

Because of that they're now nervous, writing on their blogs

You follow the trends, brands and fashion

On your ship at Summer, on board at Winter

Throw your hands up, you're the one making money

It's better for you if Serbia is sinking

Great BS greets all the hypocritic bastards

Anyone who wants to get through us will face us at the opera

Refrain :

Show me you're a man, show me that you can

My dick hurts, what's your name

Fuck the empty stories, don't lie to me

When the fuss comes you have to stand up

To change things you need to change the system

They're telling stories and doing nothing

I'm watching how you're gathering voters

How you're saying that you're working towards new goals

You're dicks that are selling us air

You're going abroad and receive every prize

And we must be happy for you

While here people die of hunger and fight on their own

You say that you're our enlighteners

And you pay for wholesale every time you get published

You are blind from greed because you only see interest

And yet you dare to question

Our struggle, caress and goals

And you're sitting on the lounges spitting your lousy stories

Get on the asphalt to get you to the streets

Because reality doesn't matter for obeying

You're just clowns playing with our strings

Colorful imposters hanging on someone else's hook

In these dull waters you're using trinkets

And you let go of the wings of stupidity until you drown

Refrain :

Show me you're a man, show me that you can

My dick hurts, what's your name

Fuck the empty stories, don't lie to me

When the fuss comes you have to stand up

Perhaps at an early age you looked like a man

Who firmly believed on ideals for sometime

Now you're a devoted moron, unworthy

You went greedy, all you want, all you need

How much is enough? I know you lost your compass

And when you add to that, that you love being known

And that you always get to be a guest on shows

And I don't know much, so I'm asking you simply

Is it all about the party's cost

A deal to fuck Kosovo and us also?

Since it has passed so you don't know then maybe

When the total is combined, is the cost is cheaper?

Because of all the complexes, we at the Syndicate

Formed a group, something like a party

Slowly slopping to the office in the dark

For everything we can teach you tomorrow

Refrain :

Show me you're a man, show me that you can

My dick hurts, what's your name

Fuck the empty stories, don't lie to me

When the fuss comes you have to stand up

• Artist:Beogradski Sindikat
• Album:Diskretni Heroji