Smak svita [English translation]

Well look at that, just like they said on the news last night,

this morning the sun has lost its shine, really, the end is coming,

I have to admit, it's a strange feeling...

They say ...

Yesterday suddenly the door opened,

of an unknown dimension, somewhere near Mars,

from them a huge asteroid came and now it's rushing towards the Earth,

they say, nothing can't save us.

Some say we've done it to ourselves,

some say that it's God's punishment,

I wonder how astronomically small could've been that chance ?

But then again, it's good that it's today,

on a working day, and I'll stay home with today's hit "apocalypse from your balcony",

perfect resolution, crystal sound, surround all around when it hits the ground.

And in the Parliament this morning the same imbecility, whose old man was Ustasha and whose Partisan,

given that today is the cataclysm, they sent out a note that they'll let us in Europe over the line.

And I still don't believe 100% in all of it,

maybe it's some kind of reality show ?

Some moving boundaries, illusions and reality ?

Some media's jerk off on a subject from The Bible ?

Some Orson Welles's shit, like "The Invasion from Mars"

Maybe all of it is a directed farce ?

But where is the base ?

Someone has a sick sense of humor, let him get a tumor,

and if it's really true, then I know, behind all of it are surely

the Masons, the Jews, Bin Laden ...

And I don't care, it has a perfect compilation for the end, put together by Mladen.

Look at this ...

News from London, some guy in a betting won a mass of millions,

and he put 5 pounds on the end of the world, on this day exactly, clean win.

But surely he thought "Oh shit ! I have only one day to spend all of it !"

But wait, how will they be able to pay him anything,

After the end of the world, nothing will be open ?

I don't know ...

Around 5 o'clock approximately fires will appear,

I will take out a bottle for the special occasions,

get nicely drunk, kill the smallest fear,

from dust we came and to dust we shall return.

He will spread us everywhere, some crazy wind, wherever it pleases,

they will mention us like we mention Atlantis,

and maybe they won't,

well fuck us, we have no luck .

Tooo dooo doooo,

nothing can't save us,

tooo dooodooodooo .

• Artist:T.B.F
• Album:Galerija Tutnplok (2007)