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

Don't believe the hype I never beat my wife
I’m not a macho man who would stab you with a knife
I live by [bad word] every single day
But some things are written in my DNA

But when I taste rakija
In my head anarhija
Back to original shape
Just cannot escape from Balkan

No escape from Balkan