Paroles et traduction Moja Rec - Bublinky

Bublinky

Svet feti net, je mi zle, aj tak sa pripájam, aby na mňa klikala zamilovaná trinástka.
Prečo ma chcú pridávať, pyžamá, čo nepoznajú Piccasa, grcám z toho divadla.
Virtuálny best friend nevie kde bývaš a nechce sa stýkať live, presne, ako bývalá.
Sex chat je príma, tam nie je treba viagra, web cam je výhra, ak sa nerd nevie chytať báb.
Zápästie, jak majster sveta v skákaní švihadla, hejt nieje nič, ak máš fejk name, priznaj sa.
Slintáš na fon, v ňom všetky top trendy, appky.
Chytám na svojom profile deti, chcem ich lajky, je mi z toho na pi, aký viem byť trápny.
Ak si ešte nenašiel môj FB, hneď si nájdi!

Vtiahlo ťa dnu, pod hladinu, nedá sa ujsť, je s tebou šlus.
Vypol si realitu, zahodil kľúč.
Ahoj, papa, čus.
Bum bidi baj baj bidi bu.
World wide web, to je čarovný svet, tu má každý gule, tu nie si malý lúzer jak vonku, že?
Kým sa strácaš v stránkach, čítam v tvárach, zízam na západ slnka, ty na monitor.
Virtuálny el chefe, klátiš päť slečien, jazdíš v Mercedese.
Nevieš presne, či to nie je len sen.
Ja mám screenshoty tvojich fejkových profilov.

Milujem Facebook, Twitter a Instagram.
Musím mať net, tam mám fame, tam to vychádza, zopár nickov, kopa klikov, zase vyvádzam, odpočívam v sieti, Nirvana.
Nickname Diana, stojí mi z nej pijala, do prádla, do naha, nič, čo by skrývala.
Nemám rád ľudský kontakt, nechcem sa vyprávať, chcem nech ma vyprázdnia, celé je to krivá hra.
Na čo by som chodil von, stačí mi monitor, hocikomu vypičujem, vylejem sa z pocitov, pošli to, lajkni to, stlačím to, spraví to boom.
Mám to v rukách, cítim sa jak malý Boh.
Nepoznám pot z koncertov, žiadne poď, poďme von, net je môj rock′n roll, denne sto komentov.
Aký čerstvý vzduch, mestský ruch, ha?
Zapni net, si fuč, nepičuj, pripoj sa a klik klik.

Vtiahlo ťa dnu, pod hladinu, nedá sa ujsť, je s tebou šlus.
Vypol si realitu, zahodil kľúč.
Ahoj, papa, čus.
Bum bidi baj baj bidi bu.
World wide web, to je čarovný svet, tu má každý gule, tu nie si malý lúzer jak vonku, že?
Kým sa strácaš v stránkach, čítam v tvárach, zízam na západ slnka, ty na monitor.
Virtuálny el chefe, klátiš päť slečien, jazdíš v Mercedese.
Nevieš presne, či to nie je len sen.
Ja mám screenshoty tvojich fejkových profilov

Bubbles

The world is fake, I feel sick, yet I log in, so a thirteen-year-old in love can click on me.
Why do they want to add me, pajamas who don't know Picasso, I'm throwing up from this theater.
A virtual best friend doesn't know where you live and doesn't want to hang out in real life, just like an ex.
Sex chat is great, you don't need viagra there, a webcam is a win if a nerd doesn't know how to pick up chicks.
Wrist like a world champion jump roper, hate is nothing if you have a fake name, admit it.
You drool on your phone, all the top trends, apps.
I catch kids on my profile, I want their likes, it makes me want to pee, how pathetic I can be.
If you haven't found my FB yet, find it now!

It pulled you in, under the surface, there's no escape, you're done.
You turned off reality, threw away the key.
Hello, bye, see ya.
Boom bidi bye bye bidi boo.
World wide web, it's a magical world, everyone has balls here, you're not a little loser like outside, right?
While you're lost in pages, I read faces, I stare at the sunset, you at the monitor.
Virtual el chefe, you bang five girls, you drive a Mercedes.
You don't know for sure if it's not just a dream.
I have screenshots of your fake profiles.

I love Facebook, Twitter and Instagram.
I have to have the net, that's where I have fame, that's where it works out, a few nicknames, a bunch of clicks, I'm acting up again, I'm resting in the net, Nirvana.
Nickname Diana, I get a boner from her, in her underwear, naked, nothing to hide.
I don't like human contact, I don't want to talk, I want them to empty me, the whole thing is a crooked game.
Why would I go out, the monitor is enough for me, I tell anyone to fuck off, I pour out my feelings, send it, like it, I'll press it, it'll make a boom.
I have it in my hands, I feel like a little God.
I don't know sweat from concerts, no come on, let's go out, the net is my rock'n'roll, a hundred comments a day.
What fresh air, city noise, huh?
Turn on the net, you're gone, don't bitch, connect and click click.

It pulled you in, under the surface, there's no escape, you're done.
You turned off reality, threw away the key.
Hello, bye, see ya.
Boom bidi bye bye bidi boo.
World wide web, it's a magical world, everyone has balls here, you're not a little loser like outside, right?
While you're lost in pages, I read faces, I stare at the sunset, you at the monitor.
Virtual el chefe, you bang five girls, you drive a Mercedes.
You don't know for sure if it's not just a dream.
I have screenshots of your fake profiles