Sivaca masina kaska malo ce nas smao siti
tako slusam tudje price oci mi se sklapaju
Pisaca masina zuri pise neko tajno slovo
da li jesmo ili nismo Pleme
Cini mi se disemo
samo da bi udisali
Sto je nase to je jasno
hapaju se price
Noc tako sapat krade usi nam se culje
nema vise stida Pleme...

Lopatama kukama motikama rukama
ko bi smeo lude glave fatati u mreze
neko bi da veze
uz aplauz i uz viku
rodjeno na mukama Pleme

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