Нека од данас зна,ко није знао
да Србија није ћилим из Ушака,
да Косово није свилени јастук из Бруса,
да Срби знају за нешто скупље од главе

An elderly Albanian couple is sitting in their dark flat in Pristina. The electricity is out, yet again, and they are sitting in front of a blank television, lights out, food beginning to rot in the refrigerator which isn't running, no hot water, and certainly no cooking to do. They are just sitting there, wondering what to do next when all of the sudden, the crackle of electricity is heard when the lights begin to flicker. The television comes to life, the hum of the refrigerator can be heard and the water heater starts up.

The old man looks at his wife and says „Honey, get my gun. The Serbs are back.”

Ne daj na se, ne daj svoje... nemoj tuđe, prokleto je!

Ne daj na se, ne daj svoje... nemoj tuđe, prokleto je!

An elderly Albanian couple is sitting in their dark flat in Pristina. The electricity is out, yet again, and they are sitting in front of a blank television, lights out, food beginning to rot in the refrigerator which isn't running, no hot water, and certainly no cooking to do. They are just sitting there, wondering what to do next when all of the sudden, the crackle of electricity is heard when the lights begin to flicker. The television comes to life, the hum of the refrigerator can be heard and the water heater starts up.

The old man looks at his wife and says „Honey, get my gun. The Serbs are back.”