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Gomila prosecna, cev katodna - u venu, doza sna,
The average crowd, cathode tube – into the vein, dose of sleep. The reality is not really what it seems, you're just a small fish. Taking a puff of smoke, the lies catch on because they always do – with the average crowd, cathode tube...

Era tehnike, sve je na dugme, samo dugme klikci!
The era of technology, everything is only a click away. No one exists anymore - just buttons. Push the button and all thoughts evaporate, so we can all be empty. Remote-controlled fools, like secret agent Izi. You don't care if you're failing, as long as you belong to the majority. The masses believe they know everything, like they're on speed - but physics shows that mass times speed equals force! The masses loved it – kill individuality and embrace conformity. The wise surrender so the fools can become sadistic - it's the era of revenge for the talentless idiots!

Teror mediokriteta, teror govana nad boljima,
Terror of the mediocre, terrorizing the talented. The average crowd stealing new minds for their petty wars. And what about you? Do you have the strength to stop believing what you see? To be the minority that opposes average?

Mobilni telefon – internet – televizor – mediji – nuklearna jarma.
Mobile phones - the internet - television - media - nuclear chain.

Gomila prosecna, kabl modema - u venu, doza sna: nije baš Bog zna šta
The average crowd, modem cable - into the vein, a dose of sleep. Reality is not exactly God knows what. Taking a puff of smoke, salvation is to jump into the cyber-abyss. The modern world? Rip the modem out of your veins and it just might take you off the beaten path...

Moderno vreme? Cik išcupaj modem iz vene!
Modern times? Rip the modem out of your veins! Maybe it will lead you off the beaten path... The monster requires balls and nerves – monster called reality, the real measure of who you are and how big you are – you can't lie to yourself. There is no cyber-brain, no cyber-talent, no cyber-arse - on the other hand, there are liars like Gabor who claim to be the most beautiful and the best. There is no cyber-fraud. There is no cyber-musician. There is no cyber-soul – if you don't have one, it doesn't exist. But there are cyber-people, poor and pathetic…. This is war! Even fools know that. The norm bites and it's angry, so angry because it's finally realised how much it dominates and has decided to rule, defying goodness. The media founds a platform where their rules apply – three simple tools, and even monkeys can speak. Maybe the sounds will come out, but someone will read them anyway! Reality is like the sun - when you stare at it, it burns you, but with the third eye, the pupil of the soul, you can see the path.

I gledaj ljude. Zenicom duše.
And look at people. With the pupil of your soul.

Nisi ti lud, samo ti treba klistir za um, procisti sav mulj,
You're not crazy, you just need to cleanse the mud out of your mind. Take an enema to flush out all the crap, the waste and the sediment. You are the key to a small door of hope that's waiting for you somewhere, that leads back, back to mankind.

Iskljuci net i mob na mesec dana, da vidiš da li postojiš.
Turn off your internet and mobile phone for a month, just to see if you exist. Because, the truth is not somewhere else, it's in the sunlight that you're afraid of.

...i biceš gažen, pljuvan, cudan i ogavan ljudima,
...And you'll be trampled on, spat on, harassed and hated by people,

Al' neceš biti sam - ima nas još, znaj!
But you won't be alone - there are still some of us left, you know!

Probodi noktom celo, zgrebi kožu, nadi ga!
Scratch and claw at your skin until you find it!

Kad njime jednom vidiš, odriceš se žmurenja...
When you see it, you reject ignorance...

...jadan i bedan...
...poor and pathetic...