Paroles et traduction Ajs Nigrutin, Wikluh Sky & Bdat Dzutim - Bad Copy Piksle

Bad Copy Piksle

Dodji mala da mi sišeš snagu
Kola na pranju, posle karanje u stanu
Poješću ti svu iz frižidera hranu
Krabu, kačamak, parizer i jafu

Popiću čaj i popiću i krofnu
U stopu te pratim dok skidaš garderobu
Pomno pratim tvoju golu nogu
Ulaziš u sobu, vežbamo jogu

Na dušeku jogi posipam te solju
Uzimam kofu, prosipam vodu
U kofi našao sam i sodu bikarbonu
I jogurt ukiseljen toliko da je skorbut

Sipo sve u čorbu i dodao mesa
Uzimaš kobas, pecaš ga na keca.
Ime joj je Vesna

Tol'ko je haj da leti kao cesna
Klitoris se ubuđao, navat'o se plesan
Reših da to rešim smesta, smesta
A onda sam uz'o komponente mešam.

Ništa nije frka i sad mi puca resa
Odlična je pesma sto repujemo sad
Timbe nije hteo da ide u Novi Sad
Tu je bio čađ, ceđ i saft.

U Bečeju je dobro u Varaždinu bolje,
Skakača sa F7 premeštam na polje,
Naftalinom u ormaru pobio sam moljce,
A onda smo svi zaigrali kolce,

U Bečeju je dobro u Varaždinu bolje,
Skakača sa F7 premeštam na polje,
Naftalinom u ormaru pobio sam moljce,
A onda smo svi zaigrali kolce,

Jogurt je poč'o da skače po telu,
Po zelju, po kelju; zovem fotelju
Stao je sa kolima zarotir'o felnu.
Za pare od albuma kupio je merdžu

Nama je ostavio za celer i peršun
I viršlu koja smrdi na setu i čežnju
Seli smo na bus i zapalili u Češku
Onda smo se svi vratili u Bešku.

U Beški nisam bio, ali zato imam vaške,
I otvaram čakre; ružan mi je kačket
Što nosim naopačke dok hodam unatraške
Ako niste znali, sada znate, brate!

Mamite, mamite,
(Čovece živimo slobodno u ovome svetu)
Velju srećem u getu
Sviramo balade na nekom instrumentu,

Hasamo paštetu
Na svu štetu,
Ne koristim salvetu,
Ja pušim marlboro ona maže kremu,

Pa puši zetu, jer za bolje nema đengu,
Đango Rajkhard odsvirao je temu,
Zvali smo ortake da idemo na zenbu,
Na berbu na selu,

U Bečeju je dobro u Varaždinu bolje,
Skakača sa F7 premeštam na polje,
Naftalinom u ormaru pobio sam moljce,
A onda smo svi zaigrali kolce.

Bad Copy Piksle

Come, darling, and let me suck your power
Wash my car, then let's race around the house
I'll eat all the food in your fridge
Crab, cornbread, bologna, and grapefruit

I'll drink tea and I'll drink a donut
I'm following you every step as you strip
I watch your naked leg closely
You come into the room, we do some yoga

I sprinkle salt on you on the yoga mat
I'll take some coffee and spill water
In the coffee I found some baking soda
And some yogurt so sour that it's scurvy

Pour everything into the soup and add some meat
Take some sausage, grill it on the skillet
Her name is Vesna

She's so high, she's flying like a celery
Her clitoris was excited, it grew some mold
I decided to fix this, right away
So I took the components and mixed them

Nothing is cool and now my hair is standing on end
This song we're rapping now is great
Timbe didn't want to go to Novi Sad
It had soot, a sieve, and juice there.

Bečej is good, Varaždin is better
I move the Bishop from F7 to the field
I killed the moths in the closet with mothballs
And then we all danced the ring dance

Bečej is good, Varaždin is better
I move the Bishop from F7 to the field
I killed the moths in the closet with mothballs
And then we all danced the ring dance

The yogurt started jumping on my body
On the cabbage, on the kale; I'm calling the armchair
He stopped with the car and rotated the rim
With the money from the album, he bought a Mercedes

He left us with celery and parsley
And chives that smelled of heartache and longing
We got on the bus and drove to the Czech Republic
Then we all drove back to Beška

I haven't been to Beška, but I have villages
And I open chakras; my cap is ugly
That I wear backwards while I walk backwards
If you didn't know, now you know, brother!

Mommy, Mommy,
(Man, we live freely in this world)
I'm meeting Velju in the ghetto
We play ballads on some instrument

We eat pâté
At our expense
I don't use a napkin
I smoke Marlboro, she puts on cream

She smokes a zeta because there is no better money
Đango Rajhard played the tune
We called our friends to go to the zenbu
To the harvest in the countryside

Bečej is good, Varaždin is better
I move the Bishop from F7 to the field
I killed the moths in the closet with mothballs
And then we all danced the ring dance