Paroles et traduction Marcelo - Senke

Senke

Teorija zavere u lobanji jednog sajka:
Gajtan do majka – daj ga, pa hajka!
Tajfunu ravan – taj sam za gamad
Antraks za ljaksad – strašna je farsa,
Sav kajmak iz kasa daj nam jer glasam,
Iz sveg glasa ...i šta sad?
Cunamija i sarsa za sav taj narodni vapaj
Pa skapaj, nacijo raka!
San satkan akcijom štaka
ćopavih rodoljuba – zar sam sramota roditelja,
Ako ne jebem ratove jer svaki ima reditelja?
Seri, tebra, svedi me na izdajnika naše "više rase!
Ljudi bre, vama je smešteno – al' vam ladovina paše...
Anketa s mitinga radikala: "Cela planeta srpska, vala!
Samo se sluša Alka Kurvica s ružičastog kanala...
Al' zato na kolac Marčela i "ribu iz Elementala:
Ma kakvo 'Bekstvo',tralalala – njihova ruka nas je klala!
...što se mene tiče, nabij disk o kurac, al' nisi mudrac.
Jadni disko buraz, tvoja zika i tvoj stav koji furaš.
Ja bih čistkom sve vas! Gistro za neku Srbiju urlaš,
A ne znaš ni jedan običaj, ikona ti služi za ukras!
Ne znaš gramatiku ni motiku – sad modernica vodi puk,
Samo laganica godi mu... a godinama muda u procepu!
Iskreno zgrožen svim tim – ja i moj bunt smo dream-team,
I veći sam patriota iako po mitingu ne zviždim!
Bolje prouči poreklo, tebra. Dosta igara bez leba!
Taj Karić nek safta glavić, i sva bajka o "narodu s neba!
Gde je tu ZEMLJA? Dilema: šta bi rekli moj i tvoj deda?
Sećanja blede na herojska vremena..."
Ja kažem - ne baš! Rekli bi: "Samo deco ne ginite radi reda,
Sve je to partija šaha, armija pešaka strada za megdan!
Nikada više, kao edgar! Ikara kliše – karasevdah:
Nećeš leteti sve dok vučeš sidra." Vučeš, a ne znaš!

Komercijalni predah za mentalne snobove,
Jer ne shvataju da imamo i lepše stvari za ponos, nego grobove!

Svi smo senke prošlosti,
Sutra je juče, gde smo danas ja i ti?
Dal' su 'svetli grobovi'?
Ili su mrtvi već odavno umorni?
Svi smo senke prošlosti,
Sutra je juče, gde smo danas ja i ti?
Dal' su 'svetli grobovi'?
Ili su mrtvi umorni?

Ako je otadžbina majka, fakat fura čedomorstvo.
I eto, otad imam taj gard, lakat guram, sve dok moj grob
Ne bude bio isklesan – trans-ekspres za nebesa,
Al' neću biti tako besan da i odozgo kunem sinove
Da dižu ralo i volove i sebi zabijaju klinove i auto-golove
Za činove i šatro-govore – kao, mirno je a samo ponor je
Sve što vidim! Deset godina dug fitilj!
A opet je prošlo pet, pa budi ranije dovitljiv!
Opet onaj reper! Stereotipno sere on!
Steram ti ga kroz tvoj stereo u sterilni mozak s teretom!
Ste rekli "Bog? Taj mobilni pretplatnik nije dostupan,
Mnogo smo ga cimali, a bio je strpljiv i postupan:
Oče, vidiš! Očevidac si! Oče, vidaj me!
Oče, koče siroče..." ...a predsednici bi rat – pa neka se počne!
I onda bude – šta? Dal' ti se pali prokleta lampica:
Nemaš da trampiš šta – ili život il' zgarišta!
Dal' ti se zgadi sad sav taj moderni rat haj-faj?
Pokreni sat, daj mat! Po meni je kraj za
Epohu starih kazaljki – reci mi što smo sakati,
Dal' vredi plakati sad kad smo sve izgubili?
Jer, nema "Velike Srbije". Nema Kosova.
Ubili su nam čoveka s vizijom pa sad supu kusamo vuljuškom,
Jer imamo (šta?) aplauz za kalauz, karakter
što voli uživo Counter – plus, kućni video blokbaster:
Severinu & Suzanu da nam bratstvo & jedinstvo vrate
U sekundi, bivša juga drka i opet smo braća, brateee!
Dakle, mi smo cigani ko u onoj pesmi od Azre.
Dajte daire il' ću sam da ih maznem – a dokle?
.Neću da Srbija ima snage, ja bih da ima pameti!
Ako nas mrtvi vole, to su njihovi stvarni zaveti!
Možda nam moto nije bonton, al' imamo predivan jezik,
Predivan folklor – to je moj ponos, kapiš!

Svi smo senke prošlosti,
Sutra je juče, gde smo danas ja i ti?
Dal' su 'svetli grobovi'?
Ili su mrtvi već odavno umorni?
Svi smo senke prošlosti,
Sutra je juče, gde smo danas ja i ti?
Dal' su 'svetli grobovi'?
Ili smo svi samo senke prošlosti?

Shadows

A conspiracy theory in the skull of a jackdaw:
Give me the rope to mother – give it, then the chase!
Equal to a typhoon – that's me for vermin
Anthrax for the lazy – a terrible farce,
Give us all the cream from the cash register because I vote,
With all my voice ...and what now?
Tsunami and sauce for all that national outcry
So die, nation of cancer!
A dream woven with the action of crutches
of limping patriots – am I a shame to my parents,
If I don't fuck with wars because each one has a director?
Shit, man, reduce me to a traitor of our "superior race!"
People, you've been set up – but you enjoy the shade...
A survey from the radical rally: "The whole planet is Serbian, man!
We only listen to Alka Kurvica from the pink channel...
But therefore, impale Marčelo and the "fish from Elemental:
What kind of 'Escape', tralala – their hand slaughtered us!
...as far as I'm concerned, shove the disc up your ass, but you're not a wise man.
Poor disco brother, your music and your attitude that you push.
I would purge you all! You scream your guts out for some Serbia,
And you don't know a single custom, your icon serves as decoration!
You don't know grammar or a hoe – now modernism leads the people,
Only easy stuff pleases him... and for years, balls in the gap!
Honestly disgusted by all that – me and my rebellion are a dream-team,
And I'm a bigger patriot even though I don't whistle at rallies!
Better study your origins, man. Enough games without bread!
Let that Karić suck his head, and the whole fairy tale about the "people from the sky!"
Where is the EARTH there? Dilemma: what would my and your grandfather say?
Memories fade of heroic times..."
I say - not really! They would say: "Just don't die for order, children,
It's all a game of chess, an army of pawns perishes for a duel!
Never again, like Edgar! Icarus cliche – karasevdah:
You won't fly as long as you drag anchors." You drag, and you don't know!

Commercial break for mental snobs,
Because they don't understand that we have more beautiful things to be proud of than graves!

We are all shadows of the past,
Tomorrow is yesterday, where are you and I today?
Are they 'bright graves'?
Or are the dead long tired?
We are all shadows of the past,
Tomorrow is yesterday, where are you and I today?
Are they 'bright graves'?
Or are the dead tired?

If the homeland is a mother, she's actually into infanticide.
And so, since then I have that guard, I push my elbow, until my grave
Is carved – trans-express to the heavens,
But I won't be so angry that from above I curse my sons
To raise plows and oxen and drive wedges and own goals
For ranks and pseudo-talk – like, it's peaceful but it's just an abyss
Everything I see! Ten years long fuse!
And it's been five again, so be resourceful earlier!
That rapper again! Stereotypically he shits on!
I'm shoving him through your stereo into your sterile brain with a burden!
Did you say "God? That mobile subscriber is not available,
We bothered him a lot, and he was patient and gradual:
Father, you see! You are a witness! Father, look at me!
Father, brakes orphan..." ...and presidents would like war – so let it begin!
And then what happens – what? Does that damn light bulb turn on for you:
You have nothing to trade – either life or ashes!
Do you get disgusted now with all that modern hi-fi war?
Start the clock, give checkmate! In my opinion, it's the end for
The era of old hands – tell me why we are crippled,
Is it worth crying now that we have lost everything?
Because, there is no "Greater Serbia". There is no Kosovo.
They killed our man with a vision so now we slurp soup with a fork,
Because we have (what?) applause for a guide, a character
who likes live Counter – plus, a home video blockbuster:
Severina & Suzana to bring back brotherhood & unity
In a second, the former south jerks off and we are brothers again, bro!
So, we are gypsies like in that song by Azra.
Give me tambourines or I'll steal them myself – but until when?
I don't want Serbia to have strength, I want it to have brains!
If the dead love us, those are their true vows!
Maybe our motto is not etiquette, but we have a beautiful language,
Beautiful folklore – that's my pride, you get it!

We are all shadows of the past,
Tomorrow is yesterday, where are you and I today?
Are they 'bright graves'?
Or are the dead long tired?
We are all shadows of the past,
Tomorrow is yesterday, where are you and I today?
Are they 'bright graves'?
Or are we all just shadows of the past?