Tu Nema Boga Nema Pravde

Dawn is breaking, the day is brightening
The first roosters are crowing,
Flying home to rest
The witch on her broom.
Alive we were, alive we were
Imbeciles and fools,
Blessed are you, blessed am I
The idiots will destroy us.
Whoever wants can come here
To plunder and devastate,
All the weak Radovans
And feeble Uroses.
A good man every evening
Digs deep into my nose
Cuts off ears for dinner,
Takes out an eye for breakfast.
There is no God, no justice
And that's why I'm leaving from here
And they will, like our fathers
For higher goals
Impale us on stakes.