MOJI LJUDJE - DRAGO MISLEJ - MEF & ŽPZ KOMBINAT

DRAGO MISLEJ - MEF & ŽPZ KOMBINAT / MOJI LJUDJE – My people
Besedilo / Lyrics: Ksenija Jus / Glasba - Music: Ksenija Jus, Blaž Grm
Pesem s fonograma / featured on the album: Ksenija Jus & Blaž Grm - Enciklopedija človeka in soljudi / Encyclopedia of Man and his Kind- / KJU CD 003 / SAZAS
Drago Mislej - Mef: glas - voice / Katja Stare: glas - voice / ŽPZ Kombinat: spr. glasovi – backing vocals/ Žiga Murko: pozavna - trombone / Vanja Novak: klaviature - keyboards / Blaž Grm: el. klavir – el. piano, bas - bass, bobni - drums
Posnel in produciral / recorded and produced by: Blaž Grm, studio Iška banja
Zmiksal / mix: Vanja Novak

»Sredozemsko morje je v sredini dvajsetih let 21. stoletja postalo mokra grobnica ljudi, ki so nekoč živeli v Siriji, Palestini, Somaliji, Eritreji, Gazi ... Ljudi, ki so bežali in bežijo pred vojnami. Vojnami, ki se napajajo s sebičnostjo posameznikov, direktorjev največjih multinacionalk, okrutnih prodajalcev nafte, vode in zraka, prodajalcev orožja, prodajalcev ideologij, lovcev na denar. Kdaj smo v zahodni civilizaciji ljudje nehali biti ljudje? Kdaj smo zgubili kompas človečnosti, postali neobčutljivi, kdaj smo postali sebične prikazni? Kdaj smo pristali, da nas vodijo malikovalci dobička?
Drago Mislej - Mef in ŽPZ Kombinat odgovarjajo: »Ne, častilci zlatnikov, vi niste ljudje! Stroji za štetje denarja ste. Stroji za iztrebljanje.«.

“In the midst of 2020s the Mediterranean Sea has become a wet tomb of people who once lived in Syria, Palestine, Somalia, Eritrea, Gaza.... People who ran from wars, who run from wars. Wars that feed on selfishness of individuals, CEOs of the largest multinational corporations, ruthless dealers of oil, water and air, arms dealers, ideology salesmen, money hunters. When did we in the western civilization stop being people? When did we lose the compass of humanity, when did we become selfish apparitions? When did we agree on being led by profit worshipers?
Drago Mislej - Mef and ŽPZ Kombinat respond : "No, gold coin worshipers, you are not people! You are machines for counting money. Extermination machines.".





Tisoči so poteptani,
tisoči so pregnani,
tisočim dom prednikov gori,
tisočim se ožijo poti…

Vi, tkalci zlatnikov,
vi, častilci zlatnikov,
vi niste moji ljudje,
vi, grobarji človeštva,
vi, mesarji človeštva,
vi niste moji ljudje!
Stroji za štetje denarja ste.
Stroji za uničenje.

Tisoči po svetu jezni,
tisoči so brez ljubezni,
tisoči več nimajo besed,
tisoči ujeti v vaš pogled…

Vi, tkalci zlatnikov,
vi, častilci zlatnikov,
niste moji ljudje,
vi, grobarji človeštva,
vi, mesarji človeštva,
vi niste moji ljudje!
Stroji za štetje denarja ste.
Stroji za uničenje.

Vi, tkalci zlatnikov,
vi, častilci zlatnikov,
vi niste ljudje,
vi, grobarji človeštva,
vi, mesarji človeštva,
vi niste ljudje!
Stroji za štetje denarja ste - stroji za iztrebljanje.


Thousands trampled,
Thousands tricked,
Thousands with their ancestors’ home burning
Thousand with their paths narrowing…

You, weavers of gold coins,
You, worshipers of gold coins,
You, undertakers of humanity,
You, butchers of humanity,
You are not human!
You are machines for counting money.
Annihilation machines.

Thousands angry around the globe,
Thousands without love,
Thousands no longer have words,
Thousands caught in your gaze…

You, weavers of gold coins,
You, worshipers of gold coins,
You, undertakers of humanity,
You, butchers of humanity,
You are not human!
You are machines for counting money.
Annihilation machines.

You, weavers of gold coins,
You, worshipers of gold coins,
You, undertakers of humanity,
You, butchers of humanity,
You are not human!
You are machines for counting money.
Extermination machines.