Paroles et traduction Marcelo feat. Kiza Iskaz - 20 000

20 000

"Maligna mladež. Dijagnoza: grozan poraz.
Oroz: bum! Uzrok smrti: ubijeni u pojam. Svi.
Kako do posla, ako u radu je spas?
Ima neka tajna veza... al' ne za sve nas.
Pa rolamo parole i guslamo gesla.
Dok Titanik tone, mi mu još sisamo vesla."
To kažu zle jezičine i potplaćeni besram!
Al' ja znam da stiže sreća, jer stižu radna mesta!
Imaću svojih dva'es' 'iljada, pa ću s tim da živim kao čovek.
Malo i ja da se iživljavam, da isfuravam sve svoje snove.
Obići ću najzad svet – uuu, to mi je vazda ćef!
Posetiću Pirot, Bor, možda čak i Majdanpek.
I napakon mogu da imam auto, mogu da biram aute:
Autocenzuru, autosugestiju, samo autoritet ne.
I napokon mogu da kupim gajbu, rešim životno pitanje!
U gajbi ima 15 piva, to nisam im'o za sitan keš!
U radnji Patrijaršije mogu da kupim džepnog sveca.
Kulturu imam besplatno, jer na Trgu je Ceca.
Videću more na netu, ako mi net ne iseku sutra.
Za hranu nema frke, pošto jedem se iznutra.
Pa sam malo malaksao, zvaću hitnu, sad ću...
A, da. Fon je isključen. Nisam imao za račun...

Dvadeset hiljada razloga da glasam
Za priliku do šanse da se eventualno nadam.
Ostajem ovde da se u radosti gušim,
Da sa dušom u nosu nosim sebe na duši.
Dvadeset hiljada razloga za listić.
Kako da prelomim? Svi ste tako isti.
Verujem svakoj vašoj zabrinutoj faci.
Držim vas za reč, kao vi mene u šaci.

Za koji sat – biću ćale. Stiže lagano ta uloga:
Sa više uloga kroz život njoj da budem poluga.
Nervoza. Sam u stanu. Samo čekam da mi jave.
Naša mala porodica sada imaće tri glave,
K'o aždaja, kao zmaj kojeg otima princeza,
Jednim pokretom prstića, jednom ivicom svog keza.
Doći će u dvorac koji zapravo nije moj,
Jer sa dva'es' hiljada na metar ne mogu da budem svoj.
Pa, reci – ti, gospodine, što hapsiš i obećavaš,
Kako se vade nova bosa deca iz tih mećava?
Budućnost garantuje ta zagarantovana suma.
Igramo se milionera dok kroz džepove promaja duva,
Za million dinara! Kako na kraj sa dva'es' hiljada?!
Zapravo bas tako, kraj je kad ti tol'ko pripada.
Daj sad taj million, pa da zapalimo preko:
Radiću i za dve hiljade, al' eura, k'o NEKO.

Dvadeset hiljada razloga da glasam
Za priliku do šanse da se eventualno nadam.
Ostajem ovde da se u radosti gušim,
Da sa dušom u nosu nosim sebe na duši.
Dvadeset hiljada razloga za listić.
Kako da prelomim? Svi ste tako isti.
Verujem svakoj vašoj zabrinutoj faci.
Držim vas za reč, kao vi mene u šaci.

Naša rak-rana je rana raka, smrt pre vremena.
Svi smo ćao s 30, sagoreli bez kremena.
I slabo čujemo ispod tona bremena čemera
Vaše govore o sreći, dok listamo oglase za kelnera.
SVI ste već vladali, i zajedničkim silama
Osakatili vredne da date noge zmijama.
I da je istina ono sve vraća, sve se plaća,
Ne bi vam dao glas ni sinhronizator crtaća.
U najboljoj si snazi, kad ćeš ako ne sad
U ogledalu da ugledaš ugled, a ne glad?
Kad dobiješ posao, više nikom nisi tema.
Toliko je nezaposlenih da treba da si srećan.
De, da otvorimo temu. Šta te tamo čeka?
Neredovnih 20 'iljada kod nadobudnog šefa.
Ništa žalba, ništa otkaz, samo kletva golje
Da će drugi za 19 'iljada da rmbači bolje.
Radi k'o crnac, radi k'o crv. Da zaliješ nadu – propišaj krv.
U ratu sa ratama, rintaj za rentu. U ritama ritaj se, rodi mečku.
I veruj da biće bolje, jedino možda ne baš danas,
Mešaj posao i nezadovoljstvo i rani sina, pak šalji da glasa.
Jer, tako se bira budućnost – doduše, možda ne baš naša,
Ali je sveta građanska dužnost svetla budućnost foteljaša.
A što sam tu? Sine, loš sam primer da se tešiš.
Volim zemlju slepo k'o žena muža koji je pijan leši.

Ali, veruj mi, to je primer sve ređi...

20,000

"Malignant youth. Diagnosis: a terrible defeat.
Weapon: boom! Cause of death: killed in spirit. All of them.
How to get a job, if salvation lies in work?
There's some secret connection... but not for all of us.
So we roll out slogans and chant mottos.
While the Titanic sinks, we're still sucking on its oars."
That's what the evil tongues and the underpaid shameless ones say!
But I know happiness is coming, because jobs are coming!
I'll have my twenty thousand, and with that I'll live like a human being.
I'll get to indulge a little too, to flaunt all my dreams.
I'll finally travel the world – uuu, that's always been my thing!
I'll visit Pirot, Bor, maybe even Majdanpek.
And finally I can have a car, I can choose cars:
Self-censorship, autosuggestion, just not authority.
And finally I can buy a crib, solve the life question!
There are 15 beers in the crib, I didn't have that for small change!
I can buy a pocket saint in the Patriarchate's shop.
I have culture for free, because Ceca is on the Square.
I'll see the sea on the net, if they don't cut off my internet tomorrow.
There's no problem with food, since I eat myself from the inside.
So I'm a little weak, I'll call an ambulance, now I will...
Oh, right. The phone is disconnected. I didn't have money for the bill...

Twenty thousand reasons to vote
For a chance to hope, maybe.
I stay here to choke on joy,
To carry myself on my soul with my soul in my nose.
Twenty thousand reasons for a ballot.
How can I decide? You're all so alike.
I believe every one of your worried faces.
I take your word for it, like you hold me in your fist.

In a few hours – I'll be a dad. That role is coming slowly:
To be a lever for her with more roles through life.
Nervousness. Alone in the apartment. Just waiting for them to let me know.
Our little family will now have three heads,
Like a dragon, like a dragon that a princess steals,
With one movement of her finger, with one edge of her cash.
She will come to a castle that is not actually mine,
Because with twenty thousand I can't own a meter.
So, tell me – you, sir, who arrests and promises,
How do you get new barefoot children out of those storms?
The future is guaranteed by that guaranteed sum.
We play millionaires while the draft blows through our pockets,
For a million dinars! How to make ends meet with twenty thousand?!
Actually, that's exactly it, it's the end when you're entitled to that much.
Now give me that million, so we can light up and leave:
I'll work for two thousand too, but euros, like SOMEONE.

Twenty thousand reasons to vote
For a chance to hope, maybe.
I stay here to choke on joy,
To carry myself on my soul with my soul in my nose.
Twenty thousand reasons for a ballot.
How can I decide? You're all so alike.
I believe every one of your worried faces.
I take your word for it, like you hold me in my fist.

Our cancer is the wound of cancer, death before its time.
We're all ciao at 30, burned out without flint.
And we can barely hear under the weight of misery
Your speeches about happiness, while we browse ads for waiters.
You've ALL ruled, and with combined forces
Crippled the worthy to give legs to snakes.
And if it were true that everything comes back, everything is paid for,
I wouldn't give you my vote, not even a cartoon dubber.
You're in your prime, when will you if not now
See dignity, not hunger, in the mirror?
When you get a job, you're no longer anyone's topic.
There are so many unemployed that you should be happy.
Come on, let's open the topic. What awaits you there?
An irregular 20 thousand with an arrogant boss.
No complaints, no resignation, just the curse of the poor
That someone else will work harder for 19 thousand.
Work like a black man, work like a worm. To water hope – piss blood.
In a war with installments, work your ass off for rent. Kick your ass, give birth to a bear.
And believe that it will get better, maybe just not today,
Mix work and dissatisfaction and give birth to a son, then send him to vote.
Because that's how the future is chosen – well, maybe not exactly ours,
But it's the sacred civic duty, the bright future of the armchair politicians.
And why am I here? Son, I'm a bad example to comfort yourself with.
I love the country blindly like a wife loves a husband who's a drunkard.

But, trust me, that's an increasingly rare example...