OberLaibach

1300 let smo po tebi hrepeneli,
1300 let močno si te želeli,
Da pogumne fante in dekleta, v zibelko boš položila.
in s svojimi nas trtami boš do sitg'a podojila,


ENA, DVA, TRI, ŠTIR,
TI MATI NAŠA MI TVOJ SIN

Več nepridipravov, si te od vedno je želelo,
Sred viharjev ti si stala, a mi smo te branili,
Z molkom in pridnim delom,
Sovrage vedno smo ukanili.

ENA, DVA, TRI, ŠTIR,
ČE TIHO SMO, SOVRAG DA MIR

Lepote tvoje prave, zdaj vidi naj vsak,
Jezero z otočkom, človeška ribica,
Čeprav to ni delo, naših pridnih rok,
ker lepo sledimo, nagradil nas je Gospod.

ENA, DVA, TRI, ŠTIR,
KDOR POSLUŠA TA DOBI

So pa naše kmečke roke, fabrike zgradile,
S pečicami in frižiderji ti slavo večno podarile.
Gorenje, Elan smuči,
Ohh, tam spodaj me ščemi.

ENA, DVA, TRI, ŠTIR,
KDOR NE SMUČA DA ZA PIR.

avtoceste, nove gradnje,
pa bratje z juga nam gradijo,
to so kar ponosni fantje,
je čast dovolj in ne plačilo

ENA, DVA, TRI, ŠTIR,
ČAST IN SLAVA IN NE CEKIN.

Skromni, skromni in še enkrat skromni,
Da skromni smo to si zapomni.
Nikoli nismo marali, skupnosti velike,
Zato 25,000 (671) ne naredi razlike.

ENA, DVA, TRI, ŠTIR,
ČE NISI NAŠ, POTEM TE NI.

Kultura in umetnost, nam bila je drugi bog,
Nas vedno je bodrila, pesem na poskok.
Ko pa vseeno pride sranje, če napačnemu sledimo,
se zelo razhudimo in eno po domače zapojemo.

ENA, DVA, TRI, ŠTIR,
TI MATI NAŠA MI TVOJ SIN,
ENA, DVA, TRI, ŠTIR,
KDOR NE UBOGA NAJ TRPI,
ENA, DVA, TRI, ŠTIR,
KISLO ZELJE IN KROMPIR
AJN, CVAJ, DRAJ, FIR
I FEEL LOVE AND I FEEL PITY
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OberLaibach

For thirteen hundred years we yearned,
Thirteen hundred years we greatly wished for you,
For you to lay brave boys and girls in the cradle,
for you to breast-feed us your grapes till we’re full at your table.


ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR
YOU’RE OUR MOTHER, WE YOUR SON

Many good-for-nothings for you have longed,
There you stood in the storm, but we defended you all along,
In silence and with diligent work,
we’ve always fooled our enemies.

ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR
KEEPING OUR MOUTHS SHUT, THE ENEMY SHALL LEAVE US ALONE

Your true beauty, now everyone may see it,
A lake with an island, the human fish,
Though that’s not the work of our hardworking hands,
the Lord’s rewarded us because we follow obediently.

ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR
HE WHO OBEYS SHALL RECEIVE

But our peasant hands did erect factories,
Bestowing upon you eternal glory with stoves and refrigerators.
Gorenje, Elan skis,
Ooooh, down there I’m feeling tingly.

ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR
THIS ROUND’S ON THE GUY WHO DOESN’T SKI.

Highways, new buildings,
Well they’re built by our brothers from the South,
a proud bunch they are,
Honour will suffice, pay... they can do without.

ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR
HONOUR AND GLORY OVER MONEY

Humble, humble and, once more, humble.
Don't you forget it that we're humble.
Big communities were never our thing,
So twenty-five thousand six-hundred and seventy one who lost their citizenship is a mere formality.

ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR
IF YOU’RE NOT WITH US YOU DON’T EXIST.

Culture and art, they were our other god,
A jig was always there to cheer us up.
And when the shit hits the fan, because we followed the wrong man,
We march down the streets and sing a patriotic tune.

ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR
YOU’RE OUR MOTHER, WE’RE YOUR SON
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR
SUFFERING TO THE DISOBEDIENT ONE
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR
SAUERKRAUT AND POTATOES
EIN, ZWEI, DREI, VIER
I FEEL LOVE AND I FEEL PITY