Paroles et traduction Dubioza kolektiv - 99% (Los Fabulosos Kolectivos Dudosos)

99% (Los Fabulosos Kolectivos Dudosos)

EUrofobija, gubi il' dobija?
Buka, mikrofonija kroz gomilu probija
Mozak dekodiran, bijes apsorbiran
čeka se na momenat kad sve će da eksplodira
EUtanazija, sumnja se razvija
Svjetlija budućnost ili puka fantazija
Dok um metastazira, ummet fantazira
Dalja nam Evropa nego Afrika, Azija
Tenzija raste jače, narod pun je gnjeva
Riječi izgubile su pređimo na djela
Dolazi sve na svoje baš kako i treba
Kako i neće kad se nema ni za hljeba
Zašto da sistem lomi samo moja rebra?
Zar moja strana štapa mora biti deblja
Račun je jednostavan sve je vrlo prosto
Nas 99 njih je 1%
Fuerte la gente
Alma y mente
Siempre presente
Va luchar, van a luchar x 4
Narod kondicioniran, gudrama stondiran
čeka socijalni mir, neko Tita da klonira
Moral demoliran, samoizoliran
Prstom neće maći prije nego implodira
Euroskeptici, šatro heretici
Dok seru o slobodi, vrlo skloni patetici viču:
"Tamnica naroda", na pameti zarada,
A gdje je bolje sutra pitajte Milana Tarota
Okus slobode, miris mokraće u zraku
Dok čekamo da svane tapkamo u mraku
Kamere škljocaju, snimaju bjednike
Savršeno meso za večernje dnevnike
Zašto da sistem lomi samo naša rebra?
Zar naša strana štapa mora biti deblja?
Račun je jednostavan sve je vrlo prosto
Nas 99 njih je 1%

99% (The Fabulous Doubtful Collectives)

Euro-phobia, lost and found?
Noise, microphony through the crowd pierces through
Brain decoded, anger absorbed
Waiting for the moment when everything explodes
EUthanasia, suspicion unfolds
A brighter future or just a fantasy
While the mind metastasizes, the artist fantasizes
Europe is further away than Africa, Asia
Tension rises, the people are full of anger
Words have lost, let's move on to action
Everything is coming into its own, just as it should
How could it not when there's not even enough for bread?
Why should the system only break my ribs?
Must my side of the staff be the thicker one?
The math is simple, it's all very simple
We're 99, they're 1%
Fuerte la gente
Alma y mente
Siempre presente
Va luchar, van a luchar x 4
People conditioned, brainwashed by lies
Waiting for social peace, for someone to clone Tito
Morals demolished, self-isolated
They won't lift a finger until it implodes
Euroskeptics, tent heretics
While they talk about freedom, they're very prone to pathetic cries:
"People's prison," money on the mind,
Ask Milan Tarot where a better tomorrow is
A taste of freedom, a smell of urine in the air
While we wait for dawn, we stumble in the dark
Cameras click, filming the poor
Perfect meat for the evening news
Why should the system only break our ribs?
Must our side of the staff be the thicker one?
The math is simple, it's all very simple
We're 99, they're 1%