Pegla [English translation]

Darko is 10 and doesn't have snack for break time at school,

his parents don't work,he has 30 kg with books.

The books are now out of school bag,dirty and in puddles,

'cause as he doesn't have money,Darko is beaten by other boys with chains on chests

Heartless loud while they two are treading him with their air max sneakers,

some girls giggle,he quietly twists wounded

regrets why he isn't like dad who beats up everyone in pubs,

why he is weak and must be silent,because man can't be whiner

That day one fat freckled kid saved him ,

little older,probably from high school which is there near,

he beat off that two kids, took his side

and that was the only time when someone was good to Darko

Darko is 17,rowdy and everyone now calls him Iron,

he has trash trash,best nike and shoulders like wardrobe wide

he has senseless anger,fathers eyes and wrath strong just like once,

and knows to fight for Cyrillic,but writes together ''neznam"*

he hates Croats,heard that in song of his favourite band,

he hates fagots,church told him and good shepherd Kachavenda,

he loves his nation,loves Kosovo and he will give his life for it,

but he calls dirty hick everyone who is not from Belgrade

Iron Iron is willing to do anything just to get into the team,

to be understood by all of them. He wants to be one of them too,'cause

Iron doesn't want to look how his land is sinking and be fucking quiet on that

He will distort from beating everyone who is guilty,

but he will have to prove how much he is loyal

In bag he has torch,flag,two knives

In park it's dark,in dark it's parka**

In parka is guy who looks like gay,

if he beats him,that will be cool,

he will be received into hooligans team

Look what he's like,surely he is a fagot

Fuck fight,beter knife in kidney

Come on,Iron,yeah, stab him!

Here,he's falling,now,jump on him!

Stab again,stab fagot!

For church,for God long lived Serbia!

Look how he's crying, freckled pussy

Wait,stop - well,he's a boy from schoolyard

Irons lip is trembling,his arm is trembling,while boy is wheezing

that eyes,all that questions in them,that horror

Iron can't watch,Iron is struggling to breathe

Iron finds a stone with a hand and smashes his face

Where is God now,Iron,when you see eye that's bleeding?

When you see all that blood gushing,when there's no crowd becoming wild?

Who's your God,Iron,for who do you do all this?

Is it better to your country now? You became alone and silent,how?

How is nobody here now? Just you and pieces of meat

on palm,on cheek,on soul which you don't have anymore

Look at him,look,Iron, and know - he watches you too

with dead eye on the other side,to know,to remember,

whatever you think now that eye is you,that whirlpool,

that is you