Firma [English translation]

To annoy myself less

Every morning I take a stroll

Shove Crocs on bare feet

Let them lead me on their own

The same rout

Like all the years before

Down the Bologna Alley

All the way to Kustošija

And when I reach the entrance and the lowered gate

I take my hat off for all of us that still remember

The day when, in front of the firm, there stopped black limos and said:

God, Homeland, Nation

Everyone down on the ground, this is privatization!

Make room for the two hundred families!

I'm watching those scenes, waging war with static

Like the new elites wage war with grammar

And across the street in front of Lidl, my manufacturing sector waits

With one beer from q-pack, maybe tonight I'll admit to them

How we fell without a shot fired

To the old trick of a new beginning

On that day when, in front of the firm, there stopped black limos

And said: God, Homeland, Nation

Everyone down on the ground, this is privatization!

Make room for the two hundred families!