To you all is straight to the bottom, in the land of tulips.
Because you're further away from the lies and demons of Balkan.
Where are those ancient people? In what time do they live?
Damn wild tribes! Still blaming one another.
Children singing songs. Hope is guarded by the new ones, call.
Chorus:
After you suck all the paddles, you become Nikola Tesla.
You have every right to say that electricity is yours.
All your life for an idea your words are stuck in spray.
So don't let the paranoia get you.
What does freedom cost? What is it measured with?
Without land, money and descendants in you private religion.
The truth told long ago. All dreams fulfilled, sail on.
Chorus: 2x
All out on the streets, lift your asses.
Because the world is inside us, and not in the tower.
All out on the streets, the murderers shall fall.
Let's burn all the flags, let's throw them to the girls.