Lyrics and translation DMS - Čo Nám Dali

Čo Nám Dali

Ľudia nemajú čas niekam ísť, niečo robiť,
Neni pohyb, aj tak bolia tie nohy,
Deň má málo hodín, preto stále hlava bolí,
Celý deň sa niečo robí,
Mobil v jednom kuse zvoní,
Málokedy to čo dáš aj dostaneš naspäť,
Zastavíš, až keď zas stojíš v zápche,
Cesty mám bez chýb vážne, neviem, kde to viazne.
Aj keď mám presný čas, neviem byť tak presný, jak chcem.
Výplatné pásky robia vrásky, ľudia v pasci
Musia platiť vlastným šťastím, čas neni nazvyš, štát jebe nás, som rád, že nemusím byť jeden z más.
Preberám sa, idem z domu až pred jedenástou,
Lebo neviem nájsť zmysel, prečo by som mal platiť štátu čo chce,
Nemocnice, jak keby sa natáčal Hostel, poď sem! dostaneš posteľ, jak po vojne v Bosne,
Pritom za čo platíš by si mal byť, jak vo sne.
Podvody, ktoré keď vidíš, ostávaš v nervoch,
Slušným ľuďom dôchodok pod 300 euro,
Celý život makali na to, aby len čakali jako ich štát zapáli
A tam v chudobe skapali.
Čo povedať viac, jak čo bolo povedané už 100x,
že ti štát radšej poláme rebrá,
Ako keby ti mal niečo dať,
Vyjebaná chamraď,
čo rozhoduje bez nás,
Bežná prax,
Majú úplne v piči, že ľudia nemajú čo žrať,
Až kým tam nenabehne Vilo s kamerou,
Sako za 2000 euro,
Kurvadrát!, to je strach. (dobrý večer, čau chlapi.).
čo ti dali okrem hry na city, dopiči!
Tvoje oči pre plač
Ešte nepomohli nikomu, prestaň to pozerať,
Choď von, pomôž tam, kde ťa je treba,
Oni pomáhajú iba naoko, na to sa môžem vyjebať,
Aj skurvená cirkev, na ich suchý chleba,
Ne rúcha vyšívané zlatom a fary, jak haciendy,
čo mával Escobar.
Beda tomu, čo zapredá
Boha, nedá mi to spať,
čo ukrýva Vatikán,
žiadna veda,
Pustite tam ľudí, nech sa pozrú,
Ja viem,
Nemôžete, lebo kryjete len seba,
No neojebete Ho,
On vás vidí, špiny,
Prichádza zmena,
Teraz!
Jediné, čo dali nám, tie školy,
Boli, kamaráti,
Je to tak, fakt sorry,
úroveň majú veľkú, jak hodnotu forint,
Titul, ktorý využiješ jak análny kolík,
A od piče po riť neni až taká diaľka,
Môžeš postaviť sa na hlavu a robiť saltá,
Keď nejsi čajka,
Neprehltneš palca
Tomu, kto drží tú kasu, jak bankár.
Od čias Nefertiti a Achnatona
ľuďom rastie vedomie,
Už nejsú jak ovce a somár,
čoraz viac cítiť, že pretiekol pohár,
Médiá živené hovnami, kto má
Na svedomí, že keď sa vynára pravda,
Hneď je to zahmlené,
Bárjaký bastard mi nemôže pokriviť myseľ,
Nemôže určiť, čo píšem a kam,
Nedali mi nič, ja im dám, dopiče!
Zostávam tu, neutekám, jak piker,
Všetko to zaznamenám v mojom spise
Po jednom vás utopím,
Tak si to u mňa neskurvite!

What They Gave Us

People have no time to go anywhere, do anything,
No movement, legs hurt anyway,
The day has too few hours, that's why the head always aches,
Doing something all day long,
Mobile phone rings constantly,
Rarely do you get back what you give,
You stop only when you're stuck in traffic again,
My paths are seriously flawless, I don't know where it's stuck.
Even though I have the exact time, I can't be as precise as I want.
Paychecks make wrinkles, people trapped
They have to pay with their own happiness, no time to spare, the state fucks us, I'm glad I don't have to be one of the masses.
I wake up, leave the house just before eleven,
Because I can't find a reason why I should pay the state what it wants,
Hospitals, as if Hostel was being filmed, come here! you'll get a bed, like after the war in Bosnia,
Meanwhile, for what you pay, you should be like in a dream.
Scams that leave you nervous,
Decent people get pensions under 300 euros,
They worked their whole lives just to wait for the state to set them on fire
And die there in poverty.
What more to say than what has been said 100 times already,
That the state would rather break your ribs,
Than give you anything,
Fucking rabble,
Who decides without us,
Common practice,
They don't give a fuck that people have nothing to eat,
Until Vilo comes in with a camera,
A suit for 2000 euros,
Damn it!, that's scary. (good evening, hey guys.).
What did they give you but a game of emotions, fuck it!
Your eyes for crying
Haven't helped anyone yet, stop watching it,
Go outside, help where you're needed,
They only help for show, I can fuck that,
Even the fucking church, on their dry bread,
Not robes embroidered with gold and parishes like haciendas,
Which Escobar used to have.
Woe to him who sells out
God, it keeps me awake,
What the Vatican hides,
No science,
Let people in there, let them see,
I know,
You can't, because you only protect yourselves,
But you won't fool Him,
He sees you, you filth,
Change is coming,
Now!
The only thing they gave us, those schools,
Were friends,
That's right, really sorry,
They have a great level, like the value of the forint,
A title you'll use like an anal plug,
And from cunt to ass it's not that far,
You can stand on your head and do somersaults,
If you're not a seagull,
You won't swallow the thumb
Of the one who holds the cash, like a banker.
Since the time of Nefertiti and Akhenaten
People's consciousness grows,
They are no longer like sheep and donkey,
More and more you can feel that the cup has overflowed,
Media fed by shit, who has
On their conscience that when the truth emerges,
It's immediately obscured,
Any bastard can't twist my mind,
Can't dictate what I write and where,
They gave me nothing, I'll give them, fuck it!
I stay here, I don't run away like a piker,
I'll record it all in my file
I'll drown you one by one,
So don't fuck it up with me!