Paroles et traduction Beogradski Sindikat - Čovek

Čovek

Reci vece su od dela, ego veci je od tela.
Sta ti znas, niko ne zna, procit'o si da si jebac.
Zato kao kralj sveta ulicama grada setas, grabis sta ti treba, a krcis sta ti smeta.
Obucen k'o mafijas iz mafijaskog filma, iz limuzine klinke snimas u pratnji gorila.
Tezis drustvu bandita jer se palis na kriminal, oni znaju da si picka ali veze ipak imas.
Razvuces koka kolu po stolu jer neko prod'o ti je foru da se manje spava nocu kad kvalitet je u nosu, apartmani, splavovi, za zenu si na poslu.
Sve se sazna, izvali al' ticu se za lovu.
U osnovi svega je kompleks ocigledan, garant si nekad kao deran bio opako jeban, pa pred svima zato sad se predstavljas k'o maco, ali titula coveka se ne prodaje za zlato.
Ti si taj sto kaze da svi tapkamo u mraku, oformio si stranku da bi im'o neku sljaku, zbog malo slave ti si s' djavolom u braku, ova Srbija je copava a ti joj krades staku.
Poltroni oko tebe vole kada drzis banku.
Imas kompleks jer nikad nisi bio mangup, zato skupljas krimi drustva da sa njima pijes kafu, donatore krijes, satro oni su u strahu.
Trula je fora kad te cimaju za drogu, zbog tog se samo primaju, nerviraju na blogu.
Ti trendove pratis, brendove i modu, leti si na brodu, zimi si na bordu.
Ajmo ruke gore vi sto vacarite fondove, bice vama bolje ako Srbija jos potone.
Velik BS pozdrav za sve licemerne skotove, svakom koji zeli preko nas da obraz opere.
Da vidim da l' si covek,
Pokazi mi sta mozes.
Boli me kurac kako se ti zoves.
Zajebi prazne price,
Nemoj da se lozis,
Kada dodje frka
Da l' ces ostati da stojis.
Svi bi da menjate stvari, da menjate sistem.
Pricate price, a nista uradili niste.
Gledam te, kako skupljas lovorike, kako dajes izjave da radis za vise ciljeve, sviras kurcu, prodajes nam maglu.
Ides po inostranstvu i slavis svaku nagradu, a mi treba da budemo srecni zbog tebe, ovde gde ljudi umiru od gladi, bore se za sebe.
Igras na loptu da ti si nas prosvetitelj, a debelo naplacujes svaki put kada te objave.
Slep si od pohlepe jer vidis samo interes, a ipak se usudjujes da dovodis u pitanje, nasu borbu, cimanje i ciljeve, a sedis po salonima, furas price kilave.
Zgazi na asfalt da te dohvate ulice, jer stvarnost nema obzira za nasminkane pudlice.
Ti si samo pajac sto visi s' tudje uzice, varalica sarena na vrhu tudje udice.
U ovim mutnim vodama te koriste k'o ukras, a ti pustaj krila glupane sve dok te ne udave.
Da vidim da l' si covek,
Pokazi mi sta mozes.
Boli me kurac kako se ti zoves.
Zajebi prazne price,
Nemoj da se lozis,
Kada dodje frka
Da l' ces ostati da stojis.
Mozda davno na pocetku si licio na coveka, cvrsto verov'o u borbu, ideale im'o nekad.
Sad si jedan predan kreten k'o slihtara vredan, pohlepan ispao iz reda, sve bi tebi, sve ti treba.
Koliko je dosta, znam izgubio si kompas i kad se tome doda da volis da si poznat i na kojim gajbama si uvek bio gost rad i jos ko zna stosta, zato pit'o bih te prosto, jer sve to u nosu, o stranackom trosku.
Iz posla: jebes Kosovo, ti zajebi ko smo.
Posto to je proslo, a da ne znas onda mozda, kad se sve sabere, kol'ko kosta obraz?
Zbog svega, kompleksasu, mi u sindikatu, oformili smo grupu, ono nesto kao stranku.
Preslisavanja polako, kancelarija u mraku, za svaku ljigu takvu sutra da vam bude nauk.
Da vidim da l' si covek,
Pokazi mi sta mozes.
Boli me kurac kako se ti zoves.
Zajebi prazne price,
Nemoj da se lozis,
Kada dodje frka
Da l' ces ostati da stojis.

Man (Čovek)

Your words are bigger than your actions, your ego bigger than your body.
What do you know, nobody knows, you just read you were a stud.
That's why you walk the city streets like the king of the world, grabbing what you need and crushing what's in your way.
Dressed like a mafioso from a mafia movie, filming girls from your limo with your gorillas in tow.
You hang with bandits because you're into crime, they know you're a pussy but you have connections.
You snort coke off the table because someone sold you the lie that you sleep less at night when the quality's in your nose, apartments, clubs, you're "at work" for your wife.
Everyone finds out, figures it out, but they shut up for the money.
At the root of it all is an obvious complex, I guarantee you were once a fucking loser as a kid, that's why you present yourself as a macho man in front of everyone, but the title of a man isn't sold for gold.
You're the one who says we're all fumbling in the dark, you formed a party just to have a job, for a little fame you're married to the devil, this Serbia is limping and you're stealing her crutch.
The sycophants around you love it when you hold the bank.
You have a complex because you've never been a tough guy, that's why you gather criminal company to drink coffee with them, you hide donors, supposedly they're scared.
It's a rotten joke when they hassle you for drugs, that's the only reason they get involved, they get annoyed on the blog.
You follow trends, brands and fashion, in summer you're on a boat, in winter you're on a board.
Let's see those hands up, you who are squandering funds, you'll be better off if Serbia sinks further.
Big BS greetings to all hypocritical assholes, to everyone who wants to clean their image over us.
Let me see if you're a man,
Show me what you can do.
I don't give a fuck what your name is.
Fuck empty talk,
Don't get excited,
When shit hits the fan
Will you stay standing.
You all want to change things, to change the system.
You talk the talk, but you haven't done anything.
I watch you, how you collect laurels, how you give statements that you work for higher goals, you play the dick, you sell us fog.
You go abroad and celebrate every award, and we should be happy for you, here where people are dying of hunger, fighting for themselves.
You play the ball that you are our enlightener, and you charge handsomely every time they publish you.
You are blind from greed because you only see self-interest, and yet you dare to question our struggle, our hustle and our goals, while you sit in salons, talking flimsy stories.
Step on the asphalt and let the streets grab you, because reality has no regard for made-up poodles.
You're just a clown hanging from someone else's leash, a colorful lure on top of someone else's hook.
In these murky waters they use you as decoration, and you spread your wings, you fool, until they drown you.
Let me see if you're a man,
Show me what you can do.
I don't give a fuck what your name is.
Fuck empty talk,
Don't get excited,
When shit hits the fan
Will you stay standing.
Maybe long ago in the beginning you looked like a man, firmly believed in the struggle, had ideals once.
Now you're a dedicated idiot, like a hardworking slimeball, greedy, out of line, you want everything, you need everything.
How much is enough, I know you've lost your compass and when you add to that that you love being famous and on which parties you've always been a guest, work and who knows what else, that's why I'd ask you simply, because all that's in your nose, at the party's expense.
Out of business: fuck Kosovo, you forget who we are.
Since that's over, and you might not know then, when all is said and done, how much does a face cost?
Because of everything, complex guy, we in the syndicate, formed a group, something like a party.
Interrogations slowly, office in the dark, for every such scum tomorrow to be a lesson to you.
Let me see if you're a man,
Show me what you can do.
I don't give a fuck what your name is.
Fuck empty talk,
Don't get excited,
When shit hits the fan
Will you stay standing.