Lyrics and translation Hladno Pivo - Buntovnik

Buntovnik

Povratak kasno, nema pitanja.
U stanu ista žabokrečina.
Starom bazde noge ispod popluna,
Stara puna pilula.

Ja sam oholi buntovnik bez razloga,
Redovno kradem, ležim i ispijam.
Stara za mene ne vidi izlaza,
Moj nazivnik je je dosada.

Pred mojim vratima teška depresija,
Pred tvojim vratima crknuti pas.
Tebe ne zanima kako se osjećam.
Mene još uvijek pitaju za nas.

Rebel

Coming home late, no questions asked.
The house is the same chaotic mess.
Your old man's drinking his sorrows away,
Your mother's high on pills.

I'm a rebellious punk without a cause,
I steal, I lie, and I drink all the time.
You don't see any way out for me,
My name is boredom.

Heavy depression lies at my doorstep,
A dead dog lies at yours.
You don't care how I feel.
People still ask me about us.