Paroles et traduction Emkej feat. Vazz - Hokej

Hokej

Jaz bom ziher mel vse pod komando,
Porihtano verando,
Saksofon v kotu, vedno na hladnem bevando,
Neki roler pred bajto, da me pelje v market po špargle,
Tedensko obujal spomine, špilal s pubeci karte,
Zbiro plate, gušo vsem po bajti za copate,
Piso parte, še vedno noso široke gate,
Kuho za prijatle, otrokom težil za hakle,
Pa se bomo učili, da se stvar na boljše premakne.
Jim kazal Stonese Beatle, vse kar sem samplal v bite,
Olivera Gibonnija vse do Franklin Arethe,
Mel steno sredi vrta in to samo za grafite,
Mel vikend, na njem chillo dok ne riknem.
S pametno ženo, ko rada eksperimentira,
Da si zmislima recept nekega eleksira,
Ki sproducira, da si reggae in ready to fuck,
Ker ko bom star bom ziher hoto ratat mlad.

Misliš da bo vse okej,
Ko bomo za hokej,
Bomo meli zdrave oke, se nam bojo tresle roke,
Kak bo, čut stari, naše stare na kitari,
Kaj misliš, kaki bomo mi, ko bomo stari.

Misliš da bo vse okej,
Ko bomo za hokej,
Bomo meli zdrave oke, se nam bojo tresle roke,
Kak bo, čut stari, naše stare na kitari,
Kaj misliš, kaki bomo mi, ko bomo stari.

Bomo vztrajni ko Crusoe,
Bom dalje kruzo,
Tud če neom dobo placa gor na avtobusu,
V šusu od jutra pa pozabli na rizlo,
Ker bom hoto uresničit vse, kaj sem si zamislo.
Pasivno hišo, študijo v zaklonišču,
Reflektore na igrišču, igrišče na dvorišču.
Ni dvoma, da bom lahko delal od doma,
Da bo dnara za celo leto in dela ko bo sezona.
Pa da bo volja, da se dela inovativne stvari,
Da se vsaki dan nekaj novega naučim, novega nardim,
Da z mirno vestjo zaspim, se z noro idejo zbudim.
Povem, da živim dokler nisem hin.
Družinski piknik naj bo največja čaga mi,
Grilat z otroci, ženo, ateji in mamami.
In ne zamerit, če ne bo vse točno tak,
Samo razmišljam na glas, kaj bo in kak.

Misliš da bo vse okej,
Ko bomo za hokej,
Bomo meli zdrave oke, se nam bojo tresle roke,
Kak bo, čut stari, naše stare na kitari,
Kaj misliš, kaki bomo mi, ko bomo stari.

Misliš da bo vse okej,
Ko bomo za hokej,
Bomo meli zdrave oke, se nam bojo tresle roke,
Kak bo, čut stari, naše stare na kitari,
Kaj misliš, kaki bomo mi, ko bomo stari.

Jaz se bom bolšu z leti, k definicija vina,
Meu bom sina, k me nauta mogla spravt iz kazina,
K bo udarla sivina na neskončnih sipinah,
Se bom pustu razvajat, naj me čuva družina.
Srce iz zlata in v očeh srebrnina,
Kratkotrajnega spomina bom moderna starina,
Vsakdanja rutina - kozarec vina ob obroku,
Vsaka umetnina obrok notranjemu otroku.
Sudoku na plaži gramofon na stalaži,
Po letošnji aribitraži - zastava v garaži.
Poleg dve obleki dražji, filmi v embalaži
Zažgan Italijan s cigaro in dogo na straži.
Pavšal v kempu na Hrvaškem kerga bom lastnik,
Doktor Fig poleg slik in mercatorjevih pik,
Bo obešen mal povešen zarad težkih starih knjig,
Bik iz porcelana in vtetoviran komarji pik.
Pregrešen lik, vsako leto pušču si bom daljše lase,
Da se bom spomnu nase in na dobre stare čase.
Ker vem, da da se,
Pa še pozna se.

Misliš da bo vse okej,
Ko bomo za hokej,
Bomo meli zdrave oke, se nam bojo tresle roke,
Kak bo, čut stari, naše stare na kitari,
Kaj misliš, kaki bomo mi, ko bomo stari.

Misliš da bo vse okej,
Ko bomo za hokej,
Bomo meli zdrave oke, se nam bojo tresle roke,
Kak bo, čut stari, naše stare na kitari,
Kaj misliš, kaki bomo mi, ko bomo stari.

Hockey

I'll have everything under control, for sure,
A neat veranda,
A saxophone in the corner, always a cold spritzer,
Some rollerblades in front of the house to take me to the market for asparagus,
Reminiscing weekly, playing cards with the boys,
Collecting records, yelling at everyone in the house to get their shoes on,
Writing parts, still keeping an open door,
Cooking for friends, struggling to help the kids with their clasps,
And we'll learn that things are getting better.
Showing them Stones, Beatles, everything I sampled in the beats,
From Oliver Dragojević to Franklin Aretha,
Having a wall in the middle of the garden, just for graffiti,
Having a cottage, chilling on it till I die.
With a smart wife who loves to experiment,
To come up with a recipe for some elixir,
Which will make you feel reggae and ready to fuck,
Because when I'm old, I'm sure I'll want to be young again.

You think everything will be alright,
When we're old enough for hockey,
We'll have healthy eyes, our hands will shake,
What will it be like, feeling old, our old ladies playing guitars,
What do you think we'll be like when we're old?

You think everything will be alright,
When we're old enough for hockey,
We'll have healthy eyes, our hands will shake,
What will it be like, feeling old, our old ladies playing guitars,
What do you think we'll be like when we're old?

We'll be persistent like Crusoe,
I'll keep cruising,
Even if I don't get paid on the bus,
Whispering from the morning and forgetting about the roach,
Because I'll want to realize everything I've imagined.
A passive house, a studio in the shelter,
Floodlights on the court, a court in the yard.
There's no doubt that I'll be able to work from home,
That there will be money for the whole year and work when the season comes.
And that there will be the will to do innovative things,
To learn something new every day, to do something new,
To go to sleep with a clear conscience and wake up with a crazy idea.
To say that I live as long as I am not a hypocrite.
Family picnics should be the biggest thing for me,
Grilling with the kids, wife, dads and moms.
And don't be offended if it's not all exactly like that,
I'm just thinking out loud, what it will be like and how.

You think everything will be alright,
When we're old enough for hockey,
We'll have healthy eyes, our hands will shake,
What will it be like, feeling old, our old ladies playing guitars,
What do you think we'll be like when we're old?

You think everything will be alright,
When we're old enough for hockey,
We'll have healthy eyes, our hands will shake,
What will it be like, feeling old, our old ladies playing guitars,
What do you think we'll be like when we're old?

I'll get better with age, like the definition of wine,
I'll have a son who can get me out of the casino,
When the grayness hits the endless dunes,
I'll let myself be spoiled, let my family take care of me.
A heart of gold and silver in my eyes,
I'll be a modern old lady with a short-term memory,
Daily routine - a glass of wine with every meal,
Every art a meal to the inner child.
Sudoku on the beach, a gramophone on the shelf,
After this year's arbitration - a flag in the garage.
Plus two more expensive dresses, movies in cellophane,
A tanned Italian with a cigar and a Great Dane on guard.
A seasonal pass at a campsite in Croatia that I'll own,
Doctor Fig next to the paintings and Mercator's loyalty points,
Will be hanging a little crooked because of the heavy old books,
A porcelain bull and tattooed mosquito bites.
A flawed character, every year I'll let my hair grow longer,
To remind myself of myself and the good old days.
Because I know it can be done,
And you can still tell.

You think everything will be alright,
When we're old enough for hockey,
We'll have healthy eyes, our hands will shake,
What will it be like, feeling old, our old ladies playing guitars,
What do you think we'll be like when we're old?

You think everything will be alright,
When we're old enough for hockey,
We'll have healthy eyes, our hands will shake,
What will it be like, feeling old, our old ladies playing guitars,
What do you think we'll be like when we're old?