
Summer steals our autumn,
autumn never sees winter,
we dance under freedom,
learning the new tide.
Digital transition, no guarantee —
E-milja delivers it by post,
lights and all.
A billion for flats,
we buy bonds,
Brodnjak turns money too cheap.
Goričko to Piran in sixth,
asphalt roars to Carinthia —
the backwoods Slovene does well.
No fool left for a hero
on minimum wage,
we reward all who dodge the tax.
Vrečko fixes jobs for mates,
Cankar after a defeat,
the Olympics after a win.
Oil turns up excise-free,
subsidies for limousines,
TEŠ to heat the valleys.
"Pension for all, not the few,"
Mesec snuffles in the clouds,
"you'll never reach it at a hundred revs."
Five rats gnaw cables on Litijska,
four mice in the government,
just write Dominik off.
RTV at hoFer prices,
Erika nails guests into coffins,
Siol's our father again, not Janša's.
In Europe we'll be Kos,
at home pigeons on the roof —
the gen-ius sins torment us.
Grimsi bear weeps in Brussels,
SeroTonin lost in grey,
no warm brotherly embrace.
Love blooms on the farm for the dying,
three stalks for the healthy Marys —
no one left behind.
"Enjoy it while we can,"
deal green seedlings,
no guarantee against a raid.
Kids would shoot up schools
but can't write an essay,
all special, on pills.
The world rests on the young,
so we invest green and cheap —
raising radioactive fertility.
Circle YES! for polygamy,
before the migrants come with cocks —
mind the demographics.
One tip, just for you:
don't be an old-fashioned Janez —
when, if not in the autumn of life,
will we get to know each other closer?
Summer steals our autumn,
autumn never sees winter,
we dance under freedom,
learning the new tide.
Digital transition, no guarantee —
E-milja delivers it by post,
lights and all.
A billion for flats,
we buy bonds,
Brodnjak turns money too cheap.
Goričko to Piran in sixth,
asphalt roars to Carinthia —
the backwoods Slovene does well.
No fool left for a hero
on minimum wage,
we reward all who dodge the tax.
Vrečko fixes jobs for mates,
Cankar after a defeat,
the Olympics after a win.
Oil turns up excise-free,
subsidies for limousines,
TEŠ to heat the valleys.
"Pension for all, not the few,"
Mesec snuffles in the clouds,
"you'll never reach it at a hundred revs."
Five rats gnaw cables on Litijska,
four mice in the government,
just write Dominik off.
RTV at hoFer prices,
Erika nails guests into coffins,
Siol's our father again, not Janša's.
In Europe we'll be Kos,
at home pigeons on the roof —
the gen-ius sins torment us.
Grimsi bear weeps in Brussels,
SeroTonin lost in grey,
no warm brotherly embrace.
Love blooms on the farm for the dying,
three stalks for the healthy Marys —
no one left behind.
"Enjoy it while we can,"
deal green seedlings,
no guarantee against a raid.
Kids would shoot up schools
but can't write an essay,
all special, on pills.
The world rests on the young,
so we invest green and cheap —
raising radioactive fertility.
Circle YES! for polygamy,
before the migrants come with cocks —
mind the demographics.
One tip, just for you:
don't be an old-fashioned Janez —
when, if not in the autumn of life,
will we get to know each other closer?


Kader at Grad Kodeljevo runs on two levels: a terrace and a bar upstairs for talking, and an intimate basement below where the techno lives.

Kader at Grad Kodeljevo runs on two levels: a terrace and a bar upstairs for talking, and an intimate basement below where the techno lives.

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