Lyrics and translation Djecaci - Pleska

Pleska

Kurvo

Pasivno agresivan do granice nastanka masiva
Između dva glavna lica
Do nestanka tema, do nastanka tumora
Umoran sam, curo, oduzmi h od humora

Prozirnost u kojoj ništa nije čisto
Ispod sloja dvoličnosti svi dišemo isto
Samoobmane i kraljevići na bijelim konjima
A nakon par pića odlaze samo s konjima

Emancipirane kraljice od marcipana
Stoje na vrhu torte, život iz reklama
Svježije od proljeća, žene novog stoljeća
Kad nakupi se stresa, kupuje se odjeća

Najbolje prijateljice šta se uopće ne kuže
Al' imaju isti stil oblačenja, pa se druže
Je znam, i ruže imaju trnje
Al' sa tim paunovim perjem svejedno ste grmlje

Ej ženo, ti si pomalo ružna
Znaš i ja sam pomalo ružan
Ali zašto šaraš preko svoga lica
Neka druga lica ša ti nisu ni slična?

Ej, izgledaš mi pomalo tužna
Znaš i ja sam pomalo tužan
Kada slušam ono lice preko tvoga lica
Kako nije u stanju ništa zanimljivo pričat
Nije u stanju ništa zanimljivo pričat

I je li ljubav nešto poput dječije bolesti?
Jer što sam stariji, to mogu rjeđe voljeti
Želim da neš osjetimo ko kad smo se gazili ljepilom
No čini se da smo razvili cjepivo

Jer srećem lijepe žene, a ništa ne osjećam
Ne žele me voljeti ako im ništa ne obećam
A one bi gutale te prazne priče dok se ne udave
Kao, čekaju pravog, a razdjeviče ih budale

Zato ih privlači kad dođem gore na binu
Ko, oke je iskrenost, al više vole vanjštinu
Pa kad siđem dole, ko, želiš me jebat
Al' okrećeš očima kad bacim previše slenga?

Kad te dolje diram, jel misliš da nešto dobijam?
Sestro, seksom se bavim čisto iz hobija
Pa mi ne znači previše kad jebem neko derište
Želim te voljeti, al' prije ću ti reć jebi se

Ej ženo, ti si pomalo ružna
Znaš i ja sam pomalo ružan
Ali zašto šaraš preko svoga lica
Neka druga lica ša ti nisu ni slična?

Ej, izgledaš mi pomalo tužna
Znaš i ja sam pomalo tužan
Kada slušam ono lice preko tvoga lica
Kako nije u stanju ništa zanimljivo pričat

Nije u stanju ništa zanimljivo pričat (ej)
Nije u stanju ništa zanimljivo pričat
Nije u stanju ništa zanimljivo pričat (ej)
Nije u stanju ništa zanimljivo pričat
Ei

Pleska

Bitch

Passively aggressive to the point of starting a mass
Between two main faces
Until you run out of topics, and a tumour starts
I'm tired, honey, subtract h from humor

Transparency in which nothing is pure
Beneath the layer of pretence, we all breathe the same
Self-deception and princes on white horses
And after a few drinks, they only leave with the horses

Emancipated marzipan queens
Standing on top of the cake, life from commercials
Fresher than spring, women of the new century
When stress accumulates, they buy clothes

Best friends who don't get infected at all
But they have the same style of dressing, so they hang out
I know, even roses have thorns
But with those peacock feathers, you're still just a shrub

Hey woman, you're a little ugly
You know I'm a little ugly too
But why are you painting over your face
Some other face that doesn't even look like you?

Hey, you look a little sad
You know I'm a little sad too
When I listen to that face over your face
How it's not capable of talking about anything interesting
It's not capable of talking about anything interesting

And is love something like a childhood disease?
Because the older I get, the less often I can love
I want us not to feel like when we were crawling in glue
But it seems we've developed a vaccine

Because I meet beautiful women, and I feel nothing
They don't want to love me if I don't promise them anything
And they would swallow those empty stories until they drown
Like, they're waiting for the right one, but they're deflowered by fools

That's why they're attracted to me when I get up on stage
Sure, honesty is okay, but you like the exterior more
So when I come down, you want to fuck me
But you roll your eyes when I drop too much slang?

When I touch you down there, do you think I'm getting something out of it?
Sister, I do sex purely out of hobby
So it doesn't mean much to me when I fuck some kid
I want to love you, but I'd rather tell you to fuck off

Hey woman, you're a little ugly
You know I'm a little ugly too
But why are you painting over your face
Some other face that doesn't even look like you?

Hey, you look a little sad
You know I'm a little sad too
When I listen to that face over your face
How it's not capable of talking about anything interesting

It's not capable of talking about anything interesting (hey)
It's not capable of talking about anything interesting
It's not capable of talking about anything interesting (hey)
It's not capable of talking about anything interesting
Hey