Moj krampus i ja

Luka Bulic · Other Songs - Luka Bulic

Preko brda na prosinac peti
secu Krampus i Nikola sveti
jer do sestog moraju nam doci
nema za njih odmora te noci

Citaju po putu dnevnu stampu
sve ministre prouvcava Krampus
Sveti Niko tada u plac brizne
ostat ce prazne sve saborske cizme

Nikola sporo sece, namrsten i ljut
jer nitko mu platit nece
trosak za taj put

I pjeva - hej Krampuse, frende
i mi cemo hodati do zore
kada su vec na to
prisilili i nase profesore

Moj Krampus i ja u sred sabora
hrpa siba, nula darova

Moj krampus i ja

Saint Nicholas and Krampus are imagined reading the newspapers together before their annual rounds, only to discover that the politicians’ boots may remain empty because nobody will pay for the trip. The folk figures become auditors of public life, and the usual childhood ritual is repurposed as a joke about unpaid costs, ministers and the country’s strained finances.

The song’s comic strength lies in giving mythic visitors the same frustrations as ordinary people. Even the gift-bringers are presented as reluctant workers watching expenses, while the politicians who might deserve coal are left out of reach. Saint Nicholas Day is traditionally observed on 6 December in much of Europe, with Krampus appearing in regional folklore as a companion who punishes misbehavior. Bulić uses that familiar seasonal pairing to turn a holiday song into political satire. No independent track review was located. The ending’s friendship between the two figures makes the joke warmer than its complaints: even the symbols of reward and punishment need someone to share the walk.

The pairing of Saint Nicholas and Krampus lets the song borrow the structure of a seasonal folk tale, then bend it toward contemporary political satire. Instead of simply rewarding good children and frightening the bad, the visitors read the news and worry about their own expenses, making them resemble ordinary workers navigating a strained economy. The mythic figures are not just decorative holiday references; they give the satire a familiar moral frame in which public behavior can be judged. The song’s light tone keeps the critique festive, but the empty boots at parliament are a pointed reversal of the usual gift-giving ritual.