[Intro]
Prishtina wakes, papers on the table
Promises stacked high, but the people pay the cable
[Verse 1]
Red tie, blue tie, same hands on the wheel
Different flags in the window, same appetite for the deal
They count every ballot like coins in a drawer
Then forget the neighborhood they were shaking hands for
A mother waits months for a signature and stamp
While the convoy cuts through traffic with the cameras on the lamps
They call it public service, call it sacrifice
But the first thing they protect is their own advice
Every speech says tomorrow, every poster says change
Meanwhile rent climbs higher and the young leave the range
Suit pockets get heavier, villages get thin
They argue over credit before the work can begin
[Chorus]
Who gets the chair? Who gets the name?
Who gets the praise when the people take the blame?
They build their little kingdoms while the whole house bends
Kosovo needs servants, not another room of kings
[Verse 2]
One party points left, one party points right
Both point at the cameras when the timing looks right
They trade accusations, then trade a quiet call
When the budget has a doorway, suddenly they're all
A road gets announced three times in a year
Each ribbon-cutting comes with a promise and cheer
But the pothole knows the truth, the classroom knows the cost
The nurse knows the answer when another month is lost
Diaspora sends money, families hold the line
Politicians harvest photos, claiming every sign
They speak for the people with a microphone glow
Then vanish from the market where the real questions grow
[Chorus]
Who gets the chair? Who gets the name?
Who gets the praise when the people take the blame?
They build their little kingdoms while the whole house bends
Kosovo needs servants, not another room of kings
[Bridge]
No more medals for a speech that never leaves the hall
No more empty handshakes when the winter starts to fall
If power is a promise, let the promise face the street
Let the ones who talk about us answer when we speak
[Verse 3]
This is not about a color, not a logo, not a side
It is every selfish leader putting ego on the ride
The flag belongs to people, not a private campaign
The future is not a slogan printed over someone’s name
Let the books be open, let the contracts see the sun
Let the work be measured by the things that have been done
No throne behind a podium, no crown behind a grin
If you came to serve the country, then begin where we live in
[Final Chorus]
Who gets the chair? Who gets the name?
Who gets the praise when the people take the blame?
They build their little kingdoms while the whole house bends
Kosovo needs servants, not another room of kings
[Outro]
Different colors, same test: what did you do?
The country is watching, and the answer starts with you