Third single from the album "El Salvador"

Some strangers came to watch me plow They ask me "How much is it?", offering piles of cash I say "No thank you, I'll die here, every euro is worthless, I won't sell my grandfather's grave!" They say "You must, it's useless to resist there will be a mine here, lithium digging. Progress won't stop because of your hollow skull, either you want money or you'll be removed" And I look at those plum trees and forests across the fence And I wonder what will happen when the land is poisoned When they pour acid on meadows and streams So I grabbed a stick to chase away the thieves One shouts "Hilfe!", then runs away in his Benz I jumped on his hood to wash the windshield with a stick I'll chase you like we chased you before From Cer and Romanija, get out of my yard!

You'd put shackles on us again, Kraut To dig and drill here, open companies Once you shot children, now you kill more slowly Auf Wiedersehen, scoundrel, get out of my yard

What exactly isn't clear, friend Get out of my yard! A buddy came to hype us up Are you okay? What's wrong with you? You think we're all the same That no one remembers anything But we're not like your kind Serbs from AliExpress You think you paid a scumbag To hype us up like a drummer So let's all put on our swimsuits To swim in sulfur We are Indians But there are limits even there Rivers and arable land Get out of my yard! That plum from Drina, son It has its own name It's distilled and drunk Then sung and died for So whoever would dig Let him first bend down It hurts but you get used to it Get out of my yard!

You'd put shackles on us again, Kraut To dig and drill here, open companies Once you shot children, now you kill more slowly Auf Wiedersehen, scoundrel, get out of my yard

Get out of my, get out of my, get out of my yard, Get out of my, get out of my, get out of my yard, Get out of my, get out of my, get out of my yard, Auf Wiedersehen, scoundrel, I'll shove you on the Führer

From dusk till dawn, research is done They sneak around, loiter in the fields without asking You lie to the peasants (a lot), tell them fairy tales (constantly) Maybe their health will be a bit messed up, but at least money will trickle in, And what kind of money is that? Tell me nicely, king Maybe only Kićanović for these lowlifes of ours From the assembly tavern who all vote by pressing a button And for these other lowlifes who drool over the same bone They would also dig, just for this evil to fall They make fools of us all, meaning only Germans are missing Then a Brit, a Chinese, an American, and then there's really nowhere further Dump all your crap here, you get hikes and spas We realized long ago that we were left alone I have no one to complain to, no one to defend me You've been trampling me for centuries, at least once, brother, understand me This time I have nowhere to go, get out of my yard!

You'd put shackles on us again, Kraut To dig and drill here, open companies Once you shot children, now you kill more slowly Auf Wiedersehen, scoundrel, get out of my yard

Get out of my, get out of my, get out of my yard, Get out of my, get out of my, get out of my yard, Get out of my, get out of my, get out of my yard, Auf Wiedersehen, scoundrel, I'll shove you on the Führer