ROTTEN SYSTEM

30 years back to return, People without jobs, how to pay the bills?

And all employed, everything through connections, Five or six people wherever you enter.

Administrators digging with shovels, From door to door you rush to get by.

Inspection services, you make the racket, Instead of chasing thieves, they chase the good.

Tax services in old barracks, High fines, yet always without money.

Hospitals ruined, everything like a barn, Nothing improved, like from Guatemala.

God forbid you raise your voice, Be sure – Shutka prison is your salvation.

There are many buildings from Tito's time, Because the services live off bribes.

People slowly, the state empties, Meager wages, but big fines.

This is not a joke, this is not a game, To live here, you must be a fool.

Subsidies and grants – others grab them, While the farmer withers on his fields.

On the ethnic map everyone bluffs, Because they know nothing of good or sin.

The system is rotten and there is no salvation, What curse is this among us?

People die like in war, Every town has its own mafia.

You don't have to believe what I wrote, Sooner or later you must run away from here.

You must board Noah's boat, Because no one listens anymore.

Shaban Ademoski