Lyrics from album „Kolona feat. Eia – Hrdost“

Pride (Hrdost)

(text: Kolona; rap: Kolona, Eia)

You’ve just checked today news on internet

they fed you by pride, tables are full

let’s eat it all, mouth full of saliva

we are lusting for blood, DNA or fingerprints,

we have your photo, leaving in card index

and then you can be proud

then everything is all more consumable

suddenly you cannot stand muslims

however, because, maybe or probably

suddenly you cannot stand muslims

11th September – Absurdistan

Charlie bin Ladin is my name

my team have great reputation

cleaning all the evidences, before they appear

going in your head, appear and vanish

then all is fast, you became racist

now it’s all clear, all guilt on islam

for every problems caused by us

we put the guilt on others and stand strong for it

till we exhaust them, then we’ll find another victim

change their name, purpose will be same

if we don’t exhaust them, you cannot erase the stigma

people will remember, impact will be same

suddenly you cannot stand muslims

however, because, maybe or probably

suddenly you cannot stand muslims

11th September – Absurdistan

Charlie bin Ladin is my name

my team have great reputation

cleaning all the evidences, before they appear

going in your head, appear and vanish

religion is always separating people

and the one, who is reigns, is still governs

while the people are hassling about which god is right

repressive organs are forming in arrays

you would like to put all the people in one sack

but you just support the government

while you are sharing another shit on facebook

it’s all spreading like plague these news

fake stories stuffed by pride

urban legends, myths and rumors

datas and graphs, they are making fool of us

they just want to decoy

to spread the fear, which will help them

to cover the real problems, push it to the back

media machine will handle with the mobcorporations are lobbing, raising to the sky

all the medias are owned by some rich guys

Babiš, or Bakala, Křetinský and Tkáč (richest czech guys also in parliament)

they are making laws, in same time the waves of repulsions

trends in opinions, they are having us in shackles

they are sitting on two chairs, with strategic position

feeding us with baits, shitting in our wallets

to fill our mouths in this silent politics

and then they can do their business without borders

suddenly you cannot stand muslims

however, because, maybe or probably

suddenly you cannot stand muslims

11th September – Absurdistan

Charlie bin Ladin is my name

my team have great reputation

cleaning all the evidences, before they appear

going in your head, appear and vanish

religion is always separating people

and the one, who is reigns, is still governs

while the people are hassling about which god is right

repressive organs are forming in arrays

you would like to put all the people in one sack

but you just support the government

while you are sharing another shit on facebook

corporations are lobbing, raising to the sky

it’s all spreading like plague these news

fake stories stuffed by pride

urban legends, myths and rumors

datas and graphs, they are making fool of us

they just want to decoy

to spread the fear, which will help them

to cover the real problems, push it to the back

media machine will handle with the mob

 

Contract (Smlouva)

(text: Kolona; rap: Kolona, Eia)

I will enter the same river twice, standing half leg deep in mud,

I will never do the same mistake

same water veryfied by the past, same age counted on seconds

i will enjoy the same old story, tomorrow i’ll bury my yesterday memory

i will enjoy insecurity of security, I’ll give you all what you believe

with two years of guarantee

i’s so easy, just sign in with your blood

terms without care, benefits without limit

you’ll be richen by my lifelong service

my mighty power, same like calm belief

i’ll be there in bad time, same like in the good one

i’ll hold your hand, until you leave

strong and healthy, young and pretty

wise and influential, assured and tough

hammered to head to read the contract, sign, due and splash

you’re not getting it, why the flow is so strong, so I will

I will enter the same river twice, standing till the knees in mud,

I will never do the same mistake

same water veryfied by the past, same age counted on seconds

i will enjoy the same old story, tomorrow i’ll bury my yesterday memory

i will enjoy insecurity of security, I’ll give you all what you believe

with two years of guarantee

it’s not easy to sign everything

then due the neccesarities, to get the role

put oneself in one’s place to pretend the empathy

fight for the others, while i’m so poor too

to destroy all the evil, to establish well-being

to feed the hunger, to scare the fear

strong and healthy, young and pretty

wise and influential, assured and tough

hammerd to head to read, hear and do all the stuff i have to live

i’m not getting it why the flow is so strrong, so I will..

I will enter the same river twice, standing till the knees in mud,

I will never do the same mistake

same water veryfied by the past, same age counted on seconds

i will enjoy the same old story, tomorrow i’ll bury my yesterday memory

i will enjoy insecurity of security, I’ll give you all what you believe

with two years of guarantee

it’s so easy to sign everything

it’s not easy to sign in with your blood.

 

Oath (Přísaha)

(text: Kolona; rap: Kolona, Eia)

you’ve got stucked in infinite column of your dreams,

all the stories driven by drivers of your days

from line to line, changing like maniacs,

even with death in eyes they are not loosing spark of life

behind the dark glass they’re hiding their admiration

tough life or levity of being

black or white, both is saint

way more cheap, but inaccesible

instable and alluring on stockmarket,

hot stuff to order filled with censorship

never pleasured by someone, guarded by morality

in magnetic war, where poles are fundamental

war of worlds, war of brains, danced by waltz with threadbared shoes

with nice melodies, potent and sweet

like a flowers nectar is calling me to war

giving me weapons to arm, finger on trigger and showing

targets which are clear, unfortunately hiding the ones under eyepatch

in few layers some are sticking out, with no attention daringly rotting

so I’m still wasting ammo for civil targets, which holds the line with eyepatch

all under oath

tied by fidelity we are killing for our jihad, under pressure with no brother

tied by fidelity with gag in mouth, dryness in mouth, pool of sweat and blood.

I’m waiting till the handle will move, doors will open and you’ll come into the room

showing piece of you

you’ll replace the gag, untie the ropes and catalyst all the truths

then poisoned smoke will come from the window

black like consciousness or your thoughts

then you’ll sit on my place, I’ll help you with the ropes

and you’ll wait till they free you up.

Lampedusa feat. Lena Stöhrfaktor

(text&rap: Kolona, Lena Stöhrfaktor; beat: Bongokat aka Afarastafa)

There’s a big bomb fallen on our village, it’s necessary to pack everything and run away from here,

unfortunately there’s nothing left in here – let’s go over the sea to reach Europe, the instant society,

cut the lies in a half, crack the rod, pin on pale, leave it for voltures,

became a product like the cheapest whore, commit oneself to the world on our back.

The one who is at the bottom cannot go even deeper,

the one who exploit others have infinite possibilities how to fuck with others,

suck their life and then sweep with them, steal their dignity.

Capitalism which have no mercy,

capitalism like a mass murder.

They warn the boat is full and we are too poor, in the meantime boats are sinking in Lampedusa

they don’t want refugees, they want visitors with creditcards going shopping on the Kudamm.

People swallowed by fortress Europe – from prison to prison hide their lives

burning out all the bridges till dust – they blow the dust to your face and you’ll just work

living wage – wage floor – serving to the middle class like their whore

for you they are just inadaptable refugees who steal workspaces,

but there are circumstances which you cannot even realise

life stories sad more than whatever

they threw away everything for better life vision, with nothing in their hands

we are living our satisfied middle class life with no water in our shoes while they’re drowning

on ruined boat floating from Syria, by crappy car from Turkey or Ukraine,

by train from Mongolia or China, in overdosed containers they are perishing like rats

if they survive, they became slaves, in factories for dreams from morning till night

without any social life like company flunkies – living in lodgings without any intimacy,

they are coming from places where’s something wrong, Europe looks like peacable kingdom,

but european funds are just big washing machine for money

and our dreams are just currencies without any value.

The yuppie barkeeper had the idea the closer his bar is to the scene,

the more he owns and he builts up his fancy bar, expensive but cheaper then somewhere else

in Kreuzberg where the last generation fought on the streets against systém and law

this interesting story is good for his sales, he’s telling these stories to the tourists

now in front of the chimney

there are supporters from the refugees occupied school coming in and ask for a toilet

and he says no, cause he thinks that his toilet will get dirty

he’s just one example of many who don’t want to be a supporter

he’s not thinking it’s stupid, why should he give something and the same thinks the guy next door

here a people living in asylum homes with deportation papers to get them out there

there are cops who are beating, politicians who decide and most of them shit on human dignity

freedom of press is ignored, journalists should stay at the desk

some of them are writing that the solidarity is not necessary

there’s a big bunch of people who stay quiet and people who think it’s not enough for everyone

there are some who fight and show solidarity and everyone could do something,

there are a lot of opportunities

and I also could do more – I would rather die on a bad mind than on on no mind

They warn the boat is full and we are too poor, in the meantime boats are sinking in Lampedusa

they don’t want refugees, they want visitors with creditcards going shopping on the Kudamm.

 

more texts will come..