Učenici [English translation]

Oh, school wasn't really my thing

nor the dangerous teacher who beat us with little stick

while excellent students were always active in class

with my girlfriends I was running around the village

Chorus:

Students, martyrs, I like you

managers, professors, you're not my number

God, give us health and joy

and a few bucks now when we're young

My dad sent me to 100 colleges

to increase my intelligence and paycheck

While he got wrinkles because of me

I used to study at the party until dawn