Paroles et traduction Prezident Lourajder - Druhy Kamarat

Druhy Kamarat

Nevie, je to zdanie, alebo je to vážne.
Je to zámer z hora, že sa cíti často na dne?
Má zvláštnu povesť, šíria o ňom zvesti.
V byte celé noci svieti, lebo celé noci nespí.
Susedov desí myslieť, čo tam môže robiť.
Celé noci počuť zvuky, majú čudný pocit.
Počuť buchot kostí, vraj ťahá zo skrýň.
Tie kostry, ktoré mu tam nechali oni.
Ledva odzdravia, keď schádza schody.
Len sledujú stopy, čo nechávajú jeho boty.
Zajebané od sadzí, blata a vody.
Šíri zápach muža, šíri zápach zloby.
Žmurkajúce oči cíti spoza kukátok dverí.
Keď kráča z domu a vonku sa brieždi.
Keď výjde na ulicu, chodník je lesklý.
Chodník sa škerí, on celé noci nespí.
Chodí mestom, cíti sa jak divadelný divák.
Ulice sa budia a vonku svitá.
Kráča pomaly a došľapuje potichu.
Kráča nikam, lebo tak to má vo zvyku.
Stále hádže perly prascom, po
Stene hrach, špáky do mlák, prázdne fľaše do skla.
Stále v kopách smetia nenachádza poklad.
Cítiť zvláštny opar, pach od ohňa.
Pach ohňa ho sprevádza, kamkoľvek kráča.
No a práve ho stretávam v bare.
Oči sa mu lesknú, oči sa mu mračia.
Pýtam sa, brácho, čo si dáme?
Čokoľvek, len nech je to dvojité.
Vraví a v ruke má dva pollitre.
Podávam mu deci rumu, za najnižšiu sumu.
A kým sa otočím, je dopité.
Z kabáta aj z úst mu idú plamene.
Chalan páchne ako lucifer, páchne pekelne.
Oči má kamenné, často sú zavreté.
Za lubom má určite niečo zvrátené.
Sedí nehybne a väčšinou mlčí.
Občas povie, že nemá čo povedať.
Keď sa v nesprávny moment obzriem.
Mizne zas kamsi do vetra, do mesta.
Stále hádže perly prascom, po
Stene hrach, špáky do mlák, prázdne fľaše do skla.
Stále v kopách smetia nenachádza poklad.
Cítiť zvláštny opar, pach od ohňa.
Vracia sa domov, schody berie po dvoch.
Po dvoch fľašiach vracal pred domom, mal by si dať pohov.
Nalievať sa radši vodou, ale to by trpel mozog potom.
Vraví po tichu a odomyká dvere bytu nožom.
Večne cítiť plyn v tomto vyjebanom dome.
Elektrina často skratuje, to není dobré.
Prach mi padá na dno skryne.
Vaňa večne špinavá jak svine, riad mi kto umyje?
Pod posteľou má fľaše, na posteli ďalšie.
Zaťahuje záves a zapína si gramce.
Prepája tie káble, stroje, bedne.
A potom robí beaty, čo jebú, že ťa jebne.
Áno, to sú tie zvuky, s nimi budí susedov.
Kníšu sa im lustre, lebo strašne šlape to.
Zjavuje sa omietkový démon, vždy keď spustí.
Susedia sa boja vždy keď jebe bubny.
Stále hádže perly prascom, po
Stene hrach, špáky do mlák, prázdne fľaše do skla.
Stále v kopách smetia nenachádza poklad.
Cítiť zvláštny opar, pach od ohňa.

Druhy Kamarat

I don't know if this is a sentence, or if it's serious.
It is a design from above, that he often feels down?
He has a strange reputation, there are rumors about him.
The light is on in his apartment all night long, because he doesn't sleep all night long.
The neighbors are scared to think what he might be doing there.
They can hear strange noises all night long, they have a strange feeling.
They can hear the sound of bones, they say he's pulling them out of the closet.
Those skeletons that they left there for him.
They barely greet him when he comes down the stairs.
They just watch the footprints that his shoes leave behind.
Dirty with soot, mud and water.
He spreads the smell of a man, the smell of anger.
He feels the eyes blinking behind the peepholes in the doors.
When he walks out of the house and it's getting light outside.
When he goes out into the street, the pavement is shiny.
The pavement is grinning, he doesn't sleep all night long.
He walks through the city, feeling like a theatergoer.
The streets are waking up and it's getting light outside.
He walks slowly and treads quietly.
He walks nowhere, because that's his habit.
He's still throwing pearls to swine, throwing
Peas at the wall, cigarette butts in puddles, empty bottles in glass.
He still can't find a treasure in the piles of garbage.
There's a strange smell in the air, the smell of fire.
The smell of fire follows him wherever he goes.
And just now I met him in a bar.
His eyes shine, his eyes frown.
I ask, brother, what are we going to have?
Anything, as long as it's a double.
He says and has two half-liters in his hand.
I give him a tenth of rum, for the lowest price.
And before I turn around, it's empty.
Flames come out of his coat and mouth.
The boy smells like Lucifer, smells hellish.
His eyes are stony, often closed.
He must have something perverted up his sleeve.
He sits motionless and mostly silent.
Sometimes he says he has nothing to say.
When I look around at the wrong moment.
He disappears again somewhere into the wind, into the city.
He's still throwing pearls to swine, throwing
Peas at the wall, cigarette butts in puddles, empty bottles in glass.
He still can't find a treasure in the piles of garbage.
There's a strange smell in the air, the smell of fire.
He returns home, taking the stairs two at a time.
He threw up in front of the house after two bottles, he should take it easy.
It's better to pour water, but then his brain would suffer.
He says quietly and unlocks the apartment door with a knife.
You can always smell gas in this fucking house.
The electricity often shorts out, that's not good.
Dust falls to the bottom of my box.
The bathtub is always dirty like a pig, who is going to wash my dishes?
He has bottles under his bed, more on the bed.
He pulls the curtain and turns on his gramophone.
He connects the cables, machines, boxes.
And then he makes beats that make you go crazy.
Yes, those are the sounds with which he wakes up the neighbors.
Their chandeliers shake, because he's stomping so hard.
A plaster demon appears every time he starts up.
The neighbors are afraid every time he bangs the drums.
He's still throwing pearls to swine, throwing
Peas at the wall, cigarette butts in puddles, empty bottles in glass.
He still can't find a treasure in the piles of garbage.
There's a strange smell in the air, the smell of fire.