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!