Yes I left my motherland and went so far
To get a good job and a brand new car
Very smart phone, hundred inch TV
American hits on my MP3
I m living in diaspora, I m very proud
Of my house with the pool, master credit card
Thick gold chain hangs around my neck
Mercedes Benz parked in the back
Dont believe the hype I never beat my wife
I m not a macho man who would stab you with a knife
I live by your rules every single day
But some things are written in my DNA
But when I taste rakija
In my head anarchia
Back to original shape
Just cannot escape from Balkan
No escape from Balkan