Paroles et traduction Edo Maajka - Uši zatvori

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Na brdovitom balkanu punom mržnje i bijede
Žuti tisak jedva čeka novi cd od ede
Kroz povećalo se gleda svaka moja riječ
Koga spominjem u kojoj pjesmi i šta sam htio reć
Koga imam na piku, da l' onu sto loše puši kitu
Il onog što ne zna pjevat i svaka pjesma mu o žitu
Jesam li odan titu, aliji ili možda franji
Jel mi kurac veći, manji, zašto se uopšte sviđam lani
Baš sam u banani, kako nemam money, money
A u t-com reklami, care puni me ekrani
Jel me smeta što mi vuco reko da sam turčin?
Zašto me želudac muči i kolko trave ja pušim?
Zašto imam srbe na albumu i ne idem na džumu?
Zašto u zagrebu živim i koga za rat krivim?
Da l' vjerujem u boga, ako vjerujem u kojeg?
Da l' se bojim konkurencije, repera novog i boljeg?
Ako je frenkie bolji onda da l' me to smeta?
Da l' me smeta što nisam bolji od tbf-a?
Zašto maajka, zašto psujem, podrigujem i prdim?
Zašto je alka rekla da joj preko tv-a smrdim?

Ljudi takav sam, jesam, bolje ne znam
Dobar i sjeban al iskreno repam
Neprilagodljiv i nepovodljiv
Ako ti ne valjam uši zatvori

Slušaj folk, slušaj dance, slušaj house i ostatak scene
Niko vas ne tjera, ljudi, da slušate mene

Novinare samo zanima da spomenem nekog
Samo kažeš tuđe ime odma si mu mater jeb'o
I to veliki naslov buraz, da me familija zove
Da me raja pita "koji ti je kurac, edo, opet?"
Al ovo je rep i to većina njih ne konta
Pa me pljuju po novinama onda do kraja života
Al ja to znam, ne dira me, ljudi ja to ne jebem
Znam da sam ružan, bosančina i glupi kreten
I ovo i ono, za vas smrdljivo govno i kita
Al čujte, ljudi meni estrada nije bitna
Ni kritika ni ploče ako mi budu loše
Ni karijera ni menart, ni zamp, ni pad u zaborav
Jer ja znam šta je glad sretan sam bio i tad
Ne mora me niko slušat al ću svima reći svoj stav
Ne radim ovo radi prodaje ploča il doma sportova
Napunio sve što mogu care priča za mene je gotova
U dubrovniku orlando, kset, kocka u splitu
Boli me kurac za vaše klubove i glazbenu elitu
Jer ja nisam muzičar, ja sam reper, mc
Švercer, kuhar, čiraš, ma jebo me ti
Kad kažem jebo e.t., taj bend je sranje bez vanne
Pa zar je bitno šta ja mislim muzičar mi nije zvanje

Ljudi takav sam, jesam, bolje ne znam
Dobar i sjeban al iskreno repam
Neprilagodljiv i nepovodljiv
Ako ti ne valjam uši zatvori

Slušaj folk, slušaj dance, slušaj house i ostatak scene
Niko vas ne tjera, ljudi, da slušate mene

Ne kontate da hip-hop nije estrada, da ne možemo to ni bit nit nas zanima to
Vama je sve ovo sranje i nabrajanje, nemate trunku respecta čo'jče ni za mene
Ni za tram 11, nereda, ajsa, marchela, n toka, frenkiea, bolesnu braću i ostale, ni za kog
A kamo li za dooksa, dasha i kooladea
Koji su za muziku napravili više nego pola vas skupa
Za njih respect!

Slušaj folk, slušaj dance, slušaj house i ostatak scene
Niko vas ne tjera, ljudi, da slušate mene

Close Your Ears

Listen to this

In the mountainous Balkans, full of hatred and misery
The yellow press is eagerly awaiting Edo's new CD
Every word of mine is scrutinized under a magnifying glass
Who I mention in which song and what I meant to say
Who's my target, is it the one who sucks dick poorly
Or the one who can't sing and every song is about wheat
Am I loyal to Tito, Alija, or maybe Franjo
Is my dick bigger, smaller, why does Lana even like me
I'm really in a bind, how come I don't have money, money
But in the T-com commercial, dude, the screens are full of me
Does it bother me that Vuco called me a Turk?
Why does my stomach hurt and how much weed do I smoke?
Why do I have Serbs on the album and I don't go to the mosque?
Why do I live in Zagreb and who do I blame for the war?
Do I believe in God, and if so, which one?
Am I afraid of the competition, a new and better rapper?
If Frenkie is better, does that bother me?
Does it bother me that I'm not better than TBF?
Why Maajka, why do I swear, burp, and fart?
Why did Alka say I stink on TV?

People, that's how I am, I am, I don't know any better
Good and fucked up, but I rap honestly
Unadaptable and unruly
If you don't like me, close your ears

Listen to folk, listen to dance, listen to house and the rest of the scene
Nobody's forcing you, people, to listen to me

Journalists are only interested in me mentioning someone
You just say someone's name and you've already fucked their mother
And that's a big headline, bro, for my family to call me
For my people to ask "What the fuck is wrong with you, Edo, again?"
But this is rap and most of them don't get it
So they spit on me in the newspapers then for the rest of my life
But I know that, it doesn't bother me, people, I don't give a fuck
I know I'm ugly, a Bosnian, and a stupid jerk
And this and that, for you I'm a stinking piece of shit and a dick
But listen, people, the music industry doesn't matter to me
Neither criticism nor records if they're bad
Neither career nor Menart, nor ZAMP, nor falling into oblivion
Because I know what hunger is, I was happy then too
Nobody has to listen to me, but I'll tell everyone my opinion
I'm not doing this for record sales or Dom Sportova
I've filled everything I can, dude, the story is over for me
Orlando in Dubrovnik, KSET, Kocka in Split
I don't give a fuck about your clubs and the music elite
Because I'm not a musician, I'm a rapper, an MC
A smuggler, a cook, a stoner, fuck you
When I say 'fuck E.T.', that band sucks without Vanna
So does it matter what I think, being a musician is not my profession

People, that's how I am, I am, I don't know any better
Good and fucked up, but I rap honestly
Unadaptable and unruly
If you don't like me, close your ears

Listen to folk, listen to dance, listen to house and the rest of the scene
Nobody's forcing you, people, to listen to me

You don't understand that hip-hop is not pop music, that we can't be that nor are we interested in it
To you, all this is bullshit and name-dropping, you don't have an ounce of respect, man, not even for me
Nor for Tram 11, Nereda, Ajs Nigrutin, Marchel, Nered, Frenkie, Bolesna Braća and the rest, nobody
Let alone for Dooks, Dash, and Koolade
Who have done more for music than half of you together
Respect for them!

Listen to folk, listen to dance, listen to house and the rest of the scene
Nobody's forcing you, people, to listen to me