Paroles et traduction Kosta - Morm Povedat

Morm Povedat

Grdi si, ne maram te veè!

Mam jezik prestrupen, ker povem vse kar leži na njem,
In nism veè èlovek, ker ne pustim, da hodte po men,
špilite pošten, loh pa tud zamenamo vloge,
Dons bom jest prfoks, talam minuse za naloge.

Maš zlato žlico v ustih, raj jih hitr zapri,
Zlato pa skrij, da se ta v železo ne spremeni,
Ker starih veè ni, sej si kul, nikar ne tul,
Zdej te bomo sezul, si tvoje èevlje obul.

Ker ti si kul, lepo se v teh èevljih sprehaja,
A to je kaj ti dogaja, tko se pogoje podaja,
Izkorišèaš ljudi za 250 na uro
In veèina teh modelov je nardila maturo,
èekiram datum in uro, ko padem v šok.

Smo šli res sto let nazaj, gre za èasovni preskok?
Ni res, zgleda da se zgodovina ponavlja,
Elita svoje opravlja, folk pa na zavod odpravlja.

In modeli so raj tih, ne govorijo preveè,
Ker dobr vejo, da je loh beseda ena preveè,
Službe ni veè, nestrpno zadržijo svoj dih,
Dons je tišina zlato, zato so èist vsi tih,
Zato pa pišem ta stih, zanima me kaj se zgodi,
Ko se pravljica v kruto realnost spremeni.

Kok jih živi, kok jih trpi in kok jih sam vegetira,
Kok jih je v leru, kok se jih sekira, kok jih nima mira,
To je moj monolog in èutim, morm razpredat,
O stvareh, kire sm vidu, tole morm povedat!

Refren:
Vsi modeli, k so z mano, vem stojijo za mano,
Vsak od njih, tko k jest, vsi predstavljamo Ljubljano,
Kaj dogaja, vem, da zdej prihaja moj èas,
Morm povedat, kar me mot, morm povedat naglas!

Vem, da me razumete, ker se vse pove direkt,
Tko vam loh dam sporoèilo, s tem dosežem efekt
In dobr vidm vse okoli sebe, ker opazujem,
Vedno mislim in se zberem, ker sam tko loh delujem
In stvari res niso takšne, kot se vam mogoèe zdijo.

Ne nasedam lažem, ko èeknem televizijo,
Vlada dela se gluho, prikrit se fura represijo,
Ni èudn, da folk zdej gleda drugaè na policijo,
Male ribe lovijo, velke pa pr mir pustijo,
Za ses ti morijo in pol ga sami kadijo.

To je adijo, modeli mi pravjo, ja tko je.
Ne pozabit na oblast, kdo jo je postavu ke,
Mi vem, da nismo brez moèi,
Sam celotno situacijo furajo lobiji,
A noben nima pravice, da bo tak do nas,
Do vidu en, bo vidu drug, tret, odkliku bo vaš èas.

Ne maram lažnih nasmehov, ne maram dvojne morale,
Ne maram takih ljudi, k furajo te ideale,
Ne maram ksenofobije, tle je preveè nestrpnosti,
Ne maram homofobije, vzdušje tle je polno trpkosti
In arogance do veliko ljudi.

To doživel sem sam, zarad poševnih oèi,
Tle obleka èloveka naredi in ne on nje,
Pomembn je sam kok maš keša, kup se loh vse
In ko pogledam nazaj, Cankar zgleda je mel prav,
èe si hlapec enkrat, boš hlapec vedno tud ostal.

Vcasih mi je žal, k tle živim, glede na te stvari,
O.K., èe te kej mot pa pejt, boste rekl vi,
A-a, sori par stvari me še tle gor drži
Zaprem oèi vidm tebe, vse kar rabm si ti
In ni lepo bit del, tele zafurane predstave,
Ne zdej, sam enkrat bodo padale glave!

Refren

Upam da sem bil jasen, ker morm bit še bolj glasen,
Jezen sem na državo, ker je šla Juga narazen,
Cajt je šel mim, z leti se je slika zbistrila,
življenja so se spremenila, nov polet so dobila,
Meje, ki so jih postavil, so prerasle korenine,
Zdej te sežejo do moje družine,
Kri ni voda bom govoru do takrat ko ne izdihnem,
Komadu žalost privdihnem, dušo si navdihnem...

Naj odmeva naš melos in slovanski ponos,
Temu jest pripadam to mi daje velik zanos,
Spoznal ste me, èe èutite me, do dna mojega srca,
Nisem ta, ki se loh kupi al pa tujcu proda.

Moj svet je kot mozaik, poln slik,
Dogodkov in ljudi, ki stal so mi ob strani skozi moje dni,
Mi sam živimo, dobr vem da se dostikrat borimo,
Ni lahko, èeprav se tega kar mamo res veselimo.

Življenje ni na izi, z leti morm bit bolj odgovoren,
Dam vse od sebe, vèasih zdi se da ne zmorem
In se zlomim, postanem kot model k stran od vsega sklizne,
Poèutim se k pes s steklino, paz da te ne ugrizne.

Sam to je tko, ko vse želje zbledijo,
Ko fantazije zgorijo, cilji svojo smer zgubijo,
Generacija X, je generacija kiks
In veèina nje tlele išèe sam še dobr,
Sam še dobr, sam še dobr fiks!

Refren

Gotta Tell You

You're ugly, I don't like you anymore!

My tongue is overflowing, 'cause I say everything that’s on it,
And I'm not a human anymore, 'cause I don't let you walk all over me,
Play it fair, or we can switch roles,
Today I'm the prof, handing out failing grades for assignments.

You have a golden spoon in your mouth, close it quickly,
And hide the gold, so it doesn’t turn into iron,
'Cause the old folks are gone, yeah you're cool, don’t you cry,
Now we’re going to take off your shoes, and put them on.

Because you’re cool, you walk around nicely in these shoes,
But is this what’s happening to you, that's how conditions are given,
You exploit people for 250 an hour
And most of these models have graduated high school,
I’m checking the date and time, when I go into shock.

Did we really go back a hundred years, is it a time jump?
No, it seems history is repeating itself,
The elite does its thing, and the folk go to the unemployment office.

And the models are rather quiet, they don’t talk too much,
Because they know very well that one word can be too many,
There’s no more work, they anxiously hold their breath,
Silence is golden today, that's why everyone is quiet,
That's why I'm writing this verse, I'm wondering what happens,
When a fairy tale turns into a harsh reality.

How many of them are alive, how many of them are suffering, and how many are just vegetating,
How many are in the mud, how many are being chopped down, how many have no peace,
This is my monologue, and I feel it, I gotta tell it,
About the things, I've seen, I gotta tell you this!

Chorus:
All the models, that are with me, I know they stand behind me,
Each of them, just like me, we all represent Ljubljana,
What's happening, I know, now my time is coming,
I gotta tell you, what bothers me, I gotta say it out loud!

I know, that you understand me, 'cause everything is said directly,
That's how I can give you a message, with this I achieve an effect
And I see everything around me well, 'cause I'm observing,
I always think and collect myself, 'cause that's the only way I can function
And things really aren't what they seem to you.

I don't fall for lies, when I check the TV,
The government plays deaf, covertly pushes repression,
No wonder, folks now look differently at the police,
They catch the small fish, but leave the big ones alone,
They’re killing for weed, and then they smoke half of it themselves.

This is goodbye, the models tell me, yeah that's how it is.
Don't forget about the government, who put it there,
We know, we’re not powerless,
But the whole situation is run by the beans,
But nobody has the right, to be like that to us,
One will see, another will see, a third, your time will come.

I don't like fake smiles, I don’t like double standards,
I don't like people like that, who push these ideals,
I don't like xenophobia, there is too much intolerance here,
I don't like homophobia, the atmosphere here is full of bitterness
And arrogance towards many people.

I’ve experienced this myself, because of my slanted eyes,
Here the clothes make the man, and not the man the clothes,
The only thing that matters is how much cash you have, you can buy anything
And when I look back, Cankar seems to have been right,
If you're a servant once, you'll always be a servant.

Sometimes I'm sorry, I live here, considering these things,
Okay, if something bothers you, then leave, you’ll say,
But, sorry, a few things are still holding me up here
I close my eyes, I see you, you're everything I need
And it's not nice to be a part, of this messed up performance,
Not now, but one day heads will roll!

Chorus

I hope I was clear, 'cause I gotta be even louder,
I'm angry at the state, because Yugoslavia fell apart,
Time has passed, over the years the picture has become clearer,
Lives have changed, they’ve got a new flight,
The borders, that they set up, the roots have overgrown,
Now they're reaching my family,
Blood is thicker than water, I will speak until I exhale,
I breathe sadness into the song, I inspire my soul...

May our melos and Slavic pride resound,
This is what I belong to, this gives me great enthusiasm,
You’ve gotten to know me, if you feel me, to the bottom of my heart,
I'm not the one, who can be bought or sold to a foreigner.

My world is like a mosaic, full of pictures,
Events and people, who stood by me through my days,
We live ourselves, I know we fight often,
It's not easy, even though we’re really happy to have this.

Life is not easy, over the years I gotta be more responsible,
I give it my all, sometimes it seems like I can't do it
And I break down, I become like a model, who slips away from everything,
I feel like a dog with rabies, careful not to get bitten.

But that's how it is, when all desires fade,
When fantasies burn, goals lose their direction,
Generation X, is the generation that kicks
And most of it here is just looking for a good,
Just a good, just a good fix!

Chorus