Paroles et traduction Marcelo - Odraslima

Odraslima

Uvod (DJ Raid):
Timbe: "Godine prolaze, i ne menja se nista..."
Marcelo: "I dalje furamo svoje... uvek isti."
Sef Sale: "Nije bitno sto se borimo sa gladju, ne... jer je ulozeno – sve."
(Marcelo)
Kroz stvarnosti okno okom okomljen na svet,
Gledas da sabijes u stih tih opazanja splet...
Pomislis da neko slusa taj tekst, svaku tu rec,
Da oseca isti bes, isto gleda na svet.
Ljudi te ubede da si ti njihov glas,
Da i oni jednako ginu za istu tu stvar.
Srednji prst za revolt - pali baklju, bira stranu
I - bira tvoju, pa tripujes da nisi sam tu.
Al′ onda napuni dva'es′ i tad se nesto desi,
Pa citav taj fazon odjednom skapira k'o decji
I sve u sta se kleo sada zove pubertetom
Zeljan da se mesa sa masom u fensi klubu petkom.
Trazi srodnu gusu, ne zeli note s mukom,
Gladan paorskog veselja ide trbuhom za sluhom.
Mislio si da tu ima vere u autora i bunt,
A samo su slusali pesme. Covek je coveku zvuk.
U mirno more proseka sad voze svoje ladje,
A ti i dalje oplovljavas Smrt Dobre Nade
- Suludu veru da cela borba nije za dzabe,
Da za ljude nisi samo disk sto iz plejera laje,
Trik sto se preraste, hit za dinu-dve,
Samo trip sto traje dok traje i onda cao-ce.
A tebi nije jasno, jer si klinac k'o pre...
Kroz stvarnosti okno okom okomljen na svet.
Refren (svi):
Stariji, sjebaniji, ali nuzno iskusniji,
I mozda nas sada, tek sada stvarno treba slusati.
Ljudi dodju i odu, tek ponekad se sete,
Al′ tada samo kazu: "Nisam vise dete."
Ja jesam. Ej, Misko, a ti? Ja jesam. Rade, a ti? I ja sam.
Neno, a ti? I ja sam. Slusaoce, a ti?
(Suid):
Dobro dosli u nas mali svet!
Slusaoce, da li si spreman za let?
Pa evo, ima godina... ne mogu vise da se setim.
Kad god pisem stihove, lagano poletim.
I znam dobro, unutar mene je klinja.
Dok bit me voza, muzika rominja...
Pa dignem glavu, zajebem kintu i slavu
I sve ljude sto se trude da mi kazu sta cu da budem
Kad porastem... pa bla-bla-bla...
Bilo nas je vise – sad smo mala skupina.
Hoces kola, hoces kucu, hoces stan?
Tesko je, stizu godine, znam...
A mi smo vecna margina: evo, Filteri i ja...
Toliko godina... srecni smo, pa zaigramo ca-ca-ca.
Ponekad se pitam sta je to u coveku, da odraste sta ga tera,
Sta on to smera, ej... sta on to smera?
A juce su nam pricali bajke – evo, pricaju nam i danas,
A mi smo jos uvek deca. Zato, ne brini za nas.
Rasirenih ociju i toplog srca, s osmehom od Sunca,
Dete na vrata kuca... ti, ti samo otvori!
Za sve ljude sa ove strane: tu su Misko, Marcelo,
Nensi, Rade i Lane... i cika Su, pozdrave vam salje!
Dignite ruke, sto vise i dalje, da poljubimo ljubav,
Da ostanemo deca. Jer, tu negde u nama, jos jedan klinac ceka
Da ga cuvas, i budes njegov andjeo, care...
Jedna ljubav, za sve ljude prave.
Refren (svi):
Stariji, sjebaniji, ali nuzno iskusniji,
I mozda nas sada, tek sada stvarno treba slusati.
Ljudi dodju i odu, tek ponekad se sete,
Al′ tada samo kazu: "Nisam vise dete."
Ja jesam. cika Su, a ti? I ja jesam. Lane, a ti? I ja sam.
Kepo, a ti? (muk starca)
...slusaoce, a ti?

Adults

Introduction (DJ Raid:
Timbe: "years pass, and nothing changes..."
Marcelo: "we're still making our own... always the same."
He said, " it doesn't matter if we're hungry... it's all in-everything."
(Marcelo)
Through the eyes of the world,
You're looking to get into the grip of those setbacks...
You think someone's listening to that text, every word of it.,
To feel the same anger, to look at the world the same.
People convince you that you are their voice,
They die for the same thing.
Middle finger for revolt-light a torch, choose a side
I-I choose yours, so you're tripping that you're not alone.
And then you fill in the blanks, and then something happens. ,
All of a sudden, it's like a baby
And all that Cleo is now called puberty
He wants to eat with the crowd at the fancy club on Fridays.
He's looking for a kindred Gus, he doesn't want notes with trouble,
Hungry for paoric merriment goes belly after ear.
You thought there was faith in the author and the rebellion,
They just listened to the songs. It's a man's sound.
In the middle of the sea, they are now flying their boats.,
And you still sail the death of Good Hope
- Crazy belief that the whole fight isn't for free,
You're not just a man of the cloth,
A trick that grows, a hit for Dina-two,
Just a trip that lasts as long as it lasts.
And you don't get it,'cause you're a kid like before...
In reality, a window of the world.
Chorus (all:
Older, more fucked up, but necessarily more experienced,
And maybe right now, we really need to listen.
People come and go, sometimes they just don't,
But then they just say, " I'm not a kid anymore."
I am. Hey, Misko, how about you? I am. They work, and you? So am I.
Nino, how about you? So am I. Listeners, how about you?
(Suid):
Welcome to our little world!
Listen, are you ready to fly?
Here it is, a year... I can't remember anymore.
Every time I write lyrics, I fly slowly.
And I know, there's a kid inside of me.
As long as I'm on the train, the music is roaring...
I'll raise my head, fuck the money and the glory
And all the people who are trying to tell me what I want to be
When I grow up... well, blah-blah-blah...
There were more of us – now we're a small group.
You want a car, you want a house, you want an apartment?
It's been years, I know...
And we are the eternal margin: here, filters and me...
So many years... we're happy, so we play ca-ca-ca.
Sometimes I wonder what it's like to grow up,
What's he up to, yo... what's he up to?
Yesterday we were told stories, and today we are told stories.,
And we're still kids. So don't worry about us.
With open eyes and a warm heart, with a smile from The Sun,
The child is knocking at the door... you, you just open it!
For all the people on this side: there's Misko, Marcelo,
Nancy, so is Lane... and they say hello to you!
Keep your hands up, let's kiss,
To remain children. Somewhere in the world, there's another child waiting.
To guard him, and be his angel, Emperor...
One love for all people.
Chorus (all:
Older, more fucked up, but necessarily more experienced,
And maybe right now, we really need to listen.
People come and go, sometimes they just don't,
But then they just say, " I'm not a kid anymore."
I am. they're hot, and you? So did I. Lane, What About You? So am I.
Capo, how about you? (old man murmuring)
...listeners, how about you?