Текст и перевод песни Rončević Hari - Buntovnik s razlogom

Buntovnik s razlogom

Svakoga jutra u redu za kruh
U pravilu slušam tuđe probleme
Ljudi imaju iste dileme
Kako bez love, bez stana, bez žene

Koliko sam puta dodirnuo dno
I opet se dignuo za prazan stol
Toliko je moći u njihovim rukama
Da i On bi ponovo bio na mukama

I ja imam glavu i tijelo k'o drugi
I nekom sam lijep, a nekome grub, znam
Nije to razlog da džepova praznih
Brljavim gradom i pijem na dug

Ma netko je kriv za to moje stanje
Jednoga dana naplatit' ću to
U jednim sam gaćama, a druge na pranje
Jedinih cipela izlizujem dno

O-o-o, o-o-o, tuga s juga, tuga s juga je to

Strašno me ponekad uhvati bijes
Uvijek sam radio, a love ni za lijes
Dok ljudi bez obraza i oskudnog znanja
Na mojoj golgoti stiću imanja

Zaborave tko su i udru u tambure
Samo da nekom za lovu se dodvore
A ja samo pjevam pjesmu kad osjetim
Da treba nekog i na nas da podsjetim

I ja imam glavu i tijelo k'o drugi
I nekom sam lijep, a nekome grub, znam
Nije to razlog da džepova praznih
Brljavim gradom i pijem na dug

Ma netko je kriv za to moje stanje
Jednoga dana naplatit' ću to
U jednim sam gaćama, a druge na pranje
Jedinih cipela izlizujem dno

I ja imam glavu i tijelo k'o drugi
I nekom sam lijep, a nekome grub, znam
Nije to razlog da džepova praznih
Brljavim gradom i pijem na dug

Ma netko je kriv za to moje sranje
Što vječno po birtiji razvijam cug
Buntovnik s razlogom. ni više ni manje
Ostat' ću sve dok ne naplatim dug

O-o-o, o-o-o, tuga s juga, tuga s juga je to

The Rebel with a Cause

Every morning in line for bread
As a rule I listen to other people's problems
People have the same dilemmas
How to make ends meet, without a home, a wife

How many times have I hit bottom
And stood up again for an empty table
So much is in their hands
That He would be on the cross again

I too have a head and body like others
And to some I'm handsome, to others ugly, I know
That's no reason for empty pockets
To get drunk in this dirty city

But someone's to blame for my condition
One day I'll make them pay
I have only one pair of pants, the other's in the wash
I'm wearing out the soles of my only shoes

O-o-o, o-o-o, I'm feeling down, feeling down

Sometimes I get so angry
I've always worked, but I don't have enough money for a coffin
While people with no face and little knowledge
Acquire fortunes on my Golgotha

They forget who they are and join the drummers
Just to suck up to someone for money
But I only sing a song when I feel
That someone needs to be reminded of us

I too have a head and body like others
And to some I'm handsome, to others ugly, I know
That's no reason for empty pockets
To get drunk in this dirty city

But someone's to blame for my condition
One day I'll make them pay
I have only one pair of pants, the other's in the wash
I'm wearing out the soles of my only shoes

I too have a head and body like others
And to some I'm handsome, to others ugly, I know
That's no reason for empty pockets
To get drunk in this dirty city

But someone's to blame for my shitty situation
Why I'm always drinking at the bar
A rebel with a cause. Nothing more, nothing less
I'll stay until I pay off my debt

O-o-o, o-o-o, I'm feeling down, feeling down