Paroles et traduction DMS - Tento Klub

Tento Klub

Dojdeme do klubu, smrad z riti
Jak keby tam bezdomovci boli cvičiť
Na stagei stopy po odrezanej tyči
Tento podnik je úplne v piči

Dojdeme do klubu, smrad z riti
Jak keby tam bezdomovci boli cvičiť
Na stagei stopy po odrezanej tyči
Tento podnik je úplne v piči

Dojdeme do klubu, smrad z riti
Jak keby tam bezdomovci boli cvičiť
Na stagei stopy po odrezanej tyči
Tento podnik je úplne v piči

V backstagei 200-ročné prepálené epedá, lepkavá zem
V rohu leží tyčka, aj keď mali na ňu celý deň
Nechali ju tam a nedali nám na výber
Takže s nami felí natrávené pečivo, Sahibov sen
Vítame catering, fľaše a kdejaké vody
Ale vraj sa teraz nedá, lebo za barom je veľký pohyb
Neviem, či máme ísť na pumpu, alebo len odísť
Prichádza majiteľ, ten raklo, čo mu smrdia nohy

Ja mám pocit, že by sme sa mali pobiť
Dotlačiť ho na kraj schodov, a potom sotiť
Náklady v litroch, ale zvuk hrkúta jak holub
Povedz, jak máme hrať na zostave za päť korún
Nejak to musíme dať, ale so zvukárom máme smolu
Nenávidí rap, takže odišiel na Kofolu

Pozerám na to, čo mi Lipi dáva do rúk
Je to mikrofón, alebo len pokus o vtip?
V klube je vyjebaný moshpit
Ale my miesto mikrofónov máme rožky
A stage sú vyjebané trosky
Tento klub krváca, nakúpte mu vložky

Dojdeme do klubu, smrad z riti
Jak keby tam bezdomovci boli cvičiť
Na stagei stopy po odrezanej tyči
Tento podnik je úplne v piči

Dojdeme do klubu, smrad z riti
Jak keby tam bezdomovci boli cvičiť
Na stagei stopy po odrezanej tyči
Tento podnik je úplne v piči

Dojdeme do klubu, smrad z riti
Jak keby tam bezdomovci boli cvičiť
Na stagei stopy po odrezanej tyči
Tento podnik je úplne v piči

Backstage je jak opičí výbeh
Niečo tu píše jak riť, daj mi kýbel
Hnoj jak tvoj ocino cez víkend
Toto bude zase ďalší príbeh

Kde to dnes zas hráme, čo to má byť?
Na mikrofóne hnus, jak hlien z kávy
Zvukár je vrátnik, ten promotér sa zbláznil
Tu to už dávno mali zavrieť a spáliť

Zvukár je jak z Notabene
Zvuk je zlý jak jeho sveter
Nevie, čo znamená reverb
Lebo nevie, kde je sever
Zvuk jak mobil v hrubom čreve
Keby vieme, jak vám jebe
Tak sem ani za dvojitý honorár už nedojdeme
Nikdy

Dojdeme do klubu, smrad z riti
Jak keby tam bezdomovci boli cvičiť
Na stagei stopy po odrezanej tyči

Dojdeme do klubu, smrad z riti
Jak keby tam bezdomovci boli cvičiť
Na stagei stopy po odrezanej tyči
Tento podnik je úplne v piči

Dojdeme do klubu, smrad z riti
Jak keby tam bezdomovci boli cvičiť
Na stagei stopy po odrezanej tyči
Tento podnik je úplne v piči

This Club

We arrive at the club, a stench of ass
Like homeless dudes just worked out here, en masse
On stage, marks of a pole, chopped and crass
This whole joint is fucked up, alas

We arrive at the club, a stench of ass
Like homeless dudes just worked out here, en masse
On stage, marks of a pole, chopped and crass
This whole joint is fucked up, alas

We arrive at the club, a stench of ass
Like homeless dudes just worked out here, en masse
On stage, marks of a pole, chopped and crass
This whole joint is fucked up, alas

Backstage, burnt-out speakers from centuries past, sticky floor
In the corner, a pole lies, ignored all day, and more
They left it there, no choice for us, that's for sure
So, we're stuck with digested pastries, Sahib's dream, so pure
We welcome catering, bottles, and waters galore
But they say it's impossible now, the bar's a busy chore
Should we head to the gas station, or just leave and soar?
The owner arrives, that creep with smelly feet, we abhor

I feel like we should just fight, it's clear
Push him to the edge of the stairs, and send him down, my dear
Costs in liters, but the sound rattles like a dove's coo
Tell me, how are we supposed to play on this five-crown zoo?
We gotta make it work somehow, but with the sound guy, we're screwed
He hates rap, so he went for a Kofola, it's true

I look at what Lipi puts in my hand, I ponder
Is this a microphone, or just a joke, I wonder?
The club has a fucked-up mosh pit, it's absurd
But instead of microphones, we have bread rolls, how absurd
And the stage is a pile of wreckage, it's unheard
This club is bleeding, buy it some pads, like a bird

We arrive at the club, a stench of ass
Like homeless dudes just worked out here, en masse
On stage, marks of a pole, chopped and crass
This whole joint is fucked up, alas

We arrive at the club, a stench of ass
Like homeless dudes just worked out here, en masse
On stage, marks of a pole, chopped and crass
This whole joint is fucked up, alas

We arrive at the club, a stench of ass
Like homeless dudes just worked out here, en masse
On stage, marks of a pole, chopped and crass
This whole joint is fucked up, alas

Backstage is like a monkey enclosure, it's insane
Something stinks like ass here, give me a bucket, it's plain
Dung like your dad on the weekend, it's a pain
This will be another story to tell, again and again

Where are we playing today, what is this place, I ask?
Disgusting stuff on the microphone, like coffee slime, so crass
The sound guy is the bouncer, the promoter's gone mad, alas
They should have shut this place down and burned it, in the past

The sound guy is like from Notabene, it's true
The sound is as bad as his sweater, through and through
He doesn't know what reverb means, it's a shame
Because he doesn't even know where north is, it's insane
Sound like a cellphone in the large intestine, it's a strain
If we knew how fucked up you were, it's plain
We wouldn't even come here for double the pay, it's insane
Never again

We arrive at the club, a stench of ass
Like homeless dudes just worked out here, en masse
On stage, marks of a pole, chopped and crass

We arrive at the club, a stench of ass
Like homeless dudes just worked out here, en masse
On stage, marks of a pole, chopped and crass
This whole joint is fucked up, alas

We arrive at the club, a stench of ass
Like homeless dudes just worked out here, en masse
On stage, marks of a pole, chopped and crass
This whole joint is fucked up, alas