King for today (Kiossovski/De Nio- italian)
Language: English, Italian
Welcome to Theatro Mio!
I’m the king for today.
We will sail the World together;
White, brown, strait or gay.
No tomorrow - just today,
I’m the King for today
I’ll destroy the state of dogma,
I’m the king for today,
I will stuff myself with dolmas
just because I can
No tomorrow - just today
I’m the King for today
 
Dorme il re, - sorridendo
Spero sta cosi’ – non svegliare
Lo cambiara’ il mondo
Se si apre gli occhi mai

In the morning in my castle,
I’ll serve three purple eggs.
One for me, one for you,
One for just in case.
No tomorrow - just today
I’m the King for today


Build The Wall (Yevdjevich)
Language: English
Everybody football, everybody France!
France loves their Africans.
But when they riot, they’re not so much fun,
Why can’t everybody be like Zinadine Zidane?

Oh Beautiful, for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain.
For purple mountain majesties, above the fruited plain.
America, America; la la la la la la la!

Mexicans are every day feeding, building USA,
but when they’re done - kick them out all;
Build the wall, Build the wall!

Build the wall!
Build the wall!
Build the wall!
Build the wall!
Build the wall!
Build the wall!

Everybody dance to Balkan folk
Everybody Kultur - everybody Shock
They love our talent, artistic touch,
Us? Not so much.
Everybody burek, everybody likes,
But not everybody likes Mustafa.
Kebab, doner, ishkembe!
Just mail it - don’t come to Switzerland

Build the wall!
Build the wall!
Build the wall!
Build the wall!
Build the wall!
Build the wall!

Guerrilla (Yevdjevich)
Language: English
(integration)
Love your velvet eyes,
queen of  Anatolia,
But every day, you fly away
to your life
(integration)
Let your olive skin,
Kiss the sun, don’t be ashamed of brown.
Let it out, don’t think about-
that you cry every night,
That you want to be a part
Of new world;

Integrate! So,
So they can tolerate you.
You need to integrate, so
So they can tolerate you.
You need to integrate, so,
So they can tolerate you.
Now!

Guerrilla, guerrilla now!
Guerrilla. guerrilla; nowowowow!
Guerrilla, guerrilla; now!
Why not you and why not now?

(integration)
Now you really look like,
West Europeana
From Deutschland, France or Netherlands,
Nobody can tell
(integration)
Oh no, no, no, no, no, no
Proud papa and mamma,
Motherland doesn’t understand
(integration)

You need to integrate, so
So they can tolerate you.
You need to integrate, so,
So they can tolerate you.
Now!

Guerrilla, guerrilla now!
Guerrilla. guerrilla; nowowowow!
Guerrilla, guerrilla; now!
Why not you and why not now?


Country Mohammed (HajiHamzich/Kultur Shock)
Language: English
I was born far away and then I moved to USA.
Now I m working night and day - I obey, I obey.
Love thy country, God is great, leave the poor to their faith!
Youpee yay - youpee yey, ain’t get married if you're gay!!!!!!
Should Mohamed come to hill or hill should come to Mohamed?
I was born far away and then I moved to USA


Holly Day (Yevdjevich)
Language: English
In the desert,
On the mountain,
In my village,
Dervish dancing
And I love you.
Life is beautiful.

I love the Earth more than Allah
I love you more than Earth
Every day is Holly Day!
Every day is Holly Day!
Too young to go, but too proud to stay.
I got to change, to transform,
Let’s dance one more

What if my sin is forever?
What if water cleans it never?
But I love you.
Life is beautiful.

I love the Earth more than Allah
I love you more than Earth
Every day is Holly Day!
Every day is Holly Day!
Too young to go, but too proud to stay.
I got to change, to transform......

I believe in water,
I believe in water,
To wash my sin,
To wash my sin.


Rose (Yevdjevich)
Language: English,
Yesterday my Rose opened up and said;
She said; the life is cruel, but I’m no longer scared
I believe in power of my thorn - Not afraid of humans any more
Yesterday, my world of pain, suddenly collapsed.
I looked strait into the sun and smiled- and I will never die

Roses, Roses at my door - Not afraid of humans any more


Lazy (Yevdjevich)
Laguage: English
Hey, mamma, it’s your son,
Help me, mamma, I’m on the run.
They killed a rich man on the street,
They said it’s me because I’m weird

I guess I’m weird,
I got a beard,
I shave my head,
I leave the dread
I teach in school,
I help the poor,
A man of honnor,
And I’m a lawyer.

But,
I’m lazy
Like Sunday morning

Hey, hey, tata, it’s your son,
Don’t you like what I've become?
I studied law, but ditched it all,
It’s all a game - for all we know.

I guess I’m weird
I got a beard,
I shave my head,
I leave the dread
I teach in school,
I help the poor,
A man of honnor,
And I’m a lawyer.

But,
I’m lazy
Like Sunday morning


Agribusines (Traditional)
Language: SBC
Teraj,
Teraj mala ovce preko brega
Doci,
Doci cemo ja I moj kolega
Dodji,
Dodji dragi ja cu biti sama.
Samo,
Samo pazi da ne vidi nana
Dodji,
Didji dragi ne treba kolega,
Lep ko,
Lep kolega prevolecu njega.


Gore Gore (Yevdjevich)
Language: SBC
Oj slobodo
Sve gladne godine
Lazi I prevare
Nema tiranije
Gore gore
Zastave, zastave
Crne I crvene
Raduj se narode

Words (Kiossovski)
Language: English, SBC
For the noise of the boys
in the hood I abandoned
for the scream of a mother
that I took for granted
For the look in the eye
of a girl I loved
(for the old) school yard
where my senses grew up

For the war and the piece
and the lost and the found
for the shame and the pride
that I lightly compound
For the dear and the wanted
for the hated and zero
for  the sake of anonimous
(riveting) hero

For the sick and the poor
for the healthy and rich
for my ex wife
that I call a bitch
For the whore and the virgin
for the priest and the pimp
for the cop and the hostess, the lousy and weird...

Od milijon godina
Mi puka sirotinja
Hodi meni Lane moje
Ooo...
Od milijon godina
Mi puka sirotinja
Dođi kući Lane moje
Ooo...


For the women in the jail
and the razor blade Mary
for the sources of evil
and the timeless chimeras
For the wine in my glass
and the yesterday's pass
for the many new names
I forget like an ass
(If I smell like an ass, if I look like an ass,
if I act like an ass- fuck me- I’m an ass!)

For the blood in the vains
for the glory and pains
for the rioters, ministers,
weirdoes and lame,
For the fusion for me and you
somewhere and then
for the power of words
we don't have to pretend.

(For the grass in the pipe
for the raki of mine
for the kicks in the ass
and the touch of the sky,
for the fatherless child
and the motherless land
for the truth that we will never have to pretend...)

Od milijon godina
Mi puka sirotinja
Hodi meni Lane moje
Ooo...
Od milijon godina
Mi puka sirotinja
Dođi kući Lane moje
Ooo...