Lyrics and translation Marcelo - Pozerište

Pozerište

Tebi je celi taj svet fus
Seres na sve i bas si kul
Kako da menjas put
Kad ti si taj virus, o, da
Tebi je celi taj svet fus
Seres na sve i bas si kul
Dzabe ti sav taj bunt
Kad ti si taj virus
A sta je bunt? Za to je potreban um,
Ako si malouman,
Tvoj bunt je samo mala gluma
Nesto fakat grize sistem
Al′ to nisu politicke krize ti si taj virus
Ti si virus
Crna rupa nasih redova
I nema promena
Dok korov ide protiv korova
Iz poriva sto je danas
Tako urbano biti urban
A upravo ti si nula
U prazno klizi sutra
Sve dok su revolucionari
Dangube i vandali
Sto kurcem nisu mrdnili
Za sve te bolje stvari
Svima nam je dens bljak
Svima nam je fens ljaks
Al' niko nema herca
Da nesto menja smesta
Svako besan na Mesam
Svako sve zna
Svako je cesto skenjan
Retko trezan, pravi geto-tebra
Al′ dzabe me bratimis, brate
Fakat nismo rodbina
Van wc-a ne trpim druzenje
S govnima, ti si taj
Tebi je celi taj svet fus
Seres na sve i bas si kul
Kako da menjas put
Kad ti si taj virus, o, da
Tebi je celi taj svet fus
Seres na sve i bas si kul
Dzabe ti sav taj bunt
Kad ti si taj virus
Drugaciji klinci malog grada
Gotivna klosarijana
Odjednom se budis s pitanjem
Da l' to smisla ima danas
Dvaes i kusur dina u bulji
A i dalje na klupi
Nista u vugli, glup kao tuki
I pride se kurci
Ajd', sad objasni, deder, feget
Odakle ti mob, odakle ti vops
Odakle skejterske tike
Marke Globe
Mi smo, bese, radnicka deca
Sto imaju zavet
Da sjebu male bogatase
Time sto imaju pamet
Oni su fensi-govnari
Jer im je tatko punog dzepa
Oni su gotovani,
A mi za svoje gulimo dupeta
Zar te nije sramota
Da seres o promeni sveta
Kad funjarski zivis ko oni
Od tudjeg budzeta
Ti ces da mi doneses novi svet, bre
Picka ti materina
Uzmi radi nesto, slepce,
Nije te stid pred matorima
Nemas ti problem
Cim dajes sebi tol′ko oduska
Ja radije biram pokusaj
Makar ispao popusaj, kapis?
Tebi je celi taj svet fus
Seres na sve i bas si kul
Kako da menjas put
Kad ti si taj virus, o, da
Tebi je celi taj svet fus
Seres na sve i bas si kul
Dzabe ti sav taj bunt
Kad ti si taj virus
A kad vise nisu znali sta ce
Uleteo plan B
Uclanili se u omladinu
Te i te stranke
Sad lepe plakate
Da narod primi na znanje
Da bice nam bolje
Ako damo im zvanje
Od naseg poreza prave banket
Dobijes flajer
Gde pamet dele ti mazge
Sto nikad nista ne rade
Jer to su naucili od svoje tetke
Bivseg hipika
Da bune se, a da ne zuljaju
Svoje dupe nikada
Nista bolji od pink likova
Samo drukciji stajling
Drukcijeg muzickog ukusa
Uz malo izmisljenog prkosa
Nista iza sebe
Sem dara da se kureta
Vise mi je simpa dizel
Barem je iskreni retard
A da li biste ikad verovali
U reci pesme moje
Da vam u intervjuima zvucim
Poput Viki, Miki, Stoje
Da sam nepismen ko majmun
Besprizoran poput proliva
Da sam isti kao oni
Zar bih bio pobuna
Hoces protiv njih?
Onda budi bolji od njih.
Hoces stvarno protiv njih?
Ne pucaj kapislama na njih.
Drugari splavari, splavuse
I sav cirkus krivi nisu
Ako je rock′n'roll mrtav
Pricamo o samoubistvu
Ti si taj virus, o, da
Ti si taj virus, o, da
Tebi je celi taj svet fus
Seres na sve i bas si kul
Kako da menjas put
Kad ti si taj virus, o, da
Tebi je celi taj svet fus
Seres na sve i bas si kul
Dzabe ti sav taj bunt
Kad ti si taj virus

Theater

You think this whole world's a fake,
You shit on everything, and you think you're cool.
How can you change your path
When you're the virus, oh yeah?
You think this whole world's a fake,
You shit on everything, and you think you're cool.
Your rebellion is all for nothing
Because you're the virus.
What is rebellion? It requires a mind,
If you're an imbecile,
Your rebellion is just a little act.
Something is really gnawing at the system,
But it's not political crises, you're the virus.
You're the virus,
The black hole of our ranks,
And there's no change
As long as weeds go against weeds
Out of the urge that today
It's so urban to be urban,
But you're actually a zero.
Tomorrow slides into emptiness
As long as the revolutionaries
Are idlers and vandals
Who haven't lifted a finger
For all those better things.
We all think dance is lame,
We all think fashion is wack,
But nobody has the heart
To change something immediately.
Everyone's angry at the mess,
Everyone knows everything,
Everyone's often wasted,
Rarely sober, a real ghetto-bro.
But it's pointless to call me brother, sis,
We're not really family.
Outside the toilet, I don't tolerate hanging out
With shit, you're the one.
You think this whole world's a fake,
You shit on everything, and you think you're cool.
How can you change your path
When you're the virus, oh yeah?
You think this whole world's a fake,
You shit on everything, and you think you're cool.
Your rebellion is all for nothing
Because you're the virus.
Different kids from a small town,
Cool bum-like style,
Suddenly you wake up with the question
Does it make sense today?
Twenty-something years in a daze,
And still on the bench,
Nothing in your head, dumb as a doorknob,
And on top of that you're acting tough.
Come on, explain now, faggot,
Where did you get your phone, where did you get your clothes,
Where did you get your Globe brand
Skate shoes?
We are, supposedly, working-class kids
Who have a vow
To screw over the little rich kids
By having brains.
They are fancy-assholes
Because their daddy's pockets are full,
They are spoiled,
And we bust our asses for ours.
Aren't you ashamed
To talk shit about changing the world
When you live like them, a poser,
On someone else's budget?
You're gonna bring me a new world, huh?
Fuck your mother.
Go do something, blind one,
Aren't you ashamed in front of your parents?
You don't have a problem
Since you give yourself so much slack.
I'd rather choose an attempt,
Even if it turns out to be a failure, get it?
You think this whole world's a fake,
You shit on everything, and you think you're cool.
How can you change your path
When you're the virus, oh yeah?
You think this whole world's a fake,
You shit on everything, and you think you're cool.
Your rebellion is all for nothing
Because you're the virus.
And when they didn't know what else to do,
Plan B came in.
They joined the youth organization
Of that and that party.
Now they're putting up posters
So that the people know
That we'll be better off
If we give them a title.
They're having a banquet with our taxes,
You get a flyer
Where those mules share their wisdom,
Who never do anything
Because they learned that from their aunt,
A former hippie,
To rebel, but never strain
Their ass ever.
No better than pink characters,
Just different styling,
Different musical taste
With a bit of invented defiance.
Nothing behind them
Except the gift of bragging.
I like Diesel more,
At least he's a sincere retard.
And would you ever believe
The words of my songs
If in interviews I sounded
Like Viki, Miki, Stoja,
That I was illiterate like a monkey,
Unruly like diarrhea,
That I was just like them,
Would I be a rebellion?
You want to go against them?
Then be better than them.
Do you really want to go against them?
Don't shoot blanks at them.
Raft buddies, raft girls,
And the whole circus isn't to blame
If rock'n'roll is dead,
We're talking about suicide.
You're the virus, oh yeah.
You're the virus, oh yeah.
You think this whole world's a fake,
You shit on everything, and you think you're cool.
How can you change your path
When you're the virus, oh yeah?
You think this whole world's a fake,
You shit on everything, and you think you're cool.
Your rebellion is all for nothing
Because you're the virus.