Paroles et traduction Rambo Amadeus - Motel černobil

Motel černobil

Poslije četvrtog svjetskog atomskog rata
Zagadiše se zemlja, vatra, voda i vazduh
Bogati su disali uz pomoć specijalnih aparata
Sirotinja je prislanjala noseve na auspuh

Počelo je tako sto Ameri nisu slušali Engleze
Pa su abnormalno iznervirali Kineze
Japanci iskoristise trenutak slatki
Pa vratiše Amerima za Hirosimu i Nagasaki, Nagasaki

Ruski se generalštab od muke napije
Pritiskom na dugme sjeba' pola Evrope i Indije
Osta' tek nesto života na selu
Ostala prašina prašini, pepeo pepelu

Ljudi krenuše lutati k'o nomadi
Pjevajuć' ko radi, ne boji se gladi
Jer ljudska je nada nenadjebiva
Naročito sektor privatna inicijativa

Neka se Ukrajinka o jadu sjetila
Da staru nuklearku radijacija nije oštetila
Nekom ludom ekologu, prodade traktor
Za te pare iznajmi nuklearni reaktor

Uredila baba objekat sa puno stila
Ubrzo krenuše da se skupljaju gosti
Gazdarica Motel Černobila
Brojeć' pazar skače od radosti

Jer gostiju je bilo raznih, neki su disali na škrge
Drugi su opet imali neke izrasline, kvrge
čovječanstvo jedno, mutacije mnoge
Osam ruka, sedam glava, dvije kičme, cetiri noge

Uprkos razlikama, nikad nije bilo šorke
U potocima se točio koktel od olova
Svirao je dvoglavi Elvis i sijamske petorke
šmekerski puzeć' izmedju stolova

Ali gazdarica Černobil motela
Nikad ni sa jednim gostom nije htjela
Krijući je za svog dragog
Džemper s dva rukava plela

Na sred sela aktivna kafana
Iz nje viri glava mutirana
Mutirana od atomskog rata
To je glava mladih mutanata

Iz kafane trijezan ja izlazim
činjenično stanje ja nalazim
Lijevo, desno, nigdje moga stana
Oj planeto, alaj' si sjebana

Muta, muta, muta, muta
Muta, muta, muta, muta
Muta, muta, muta, muta
Mutanata, muta, muta

Muta, muta, muta, muta
Muta, muta, muta, muta
Muta, muta, muta, muta
Mutanata, mata, muta

Na sred sela aktivna kafana
Iz nje viri glava mutirana
Mutirana od atomskog rata
To je glava mladih mutanata

Iz kafane trijezan ja izlazim
činjenično stanje ja nalazim
Lijevo, desno, nigdje moga stana
Oj planeto, alaj' si sjebana

Chernobyl Motel

After the fourth world atomic war
The earth, fire, water and air became polluted
The rich breathed with the help of special devices
The poor pressed their noses to the exhaust pipe

It all started because the Americans didn't listen to the English
So they abnormally pissed off the Chinese
The Japanese took advantage of the sweet moment
So they returned to the Americans for Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Nagasaki

The Russian General Staff got drunk with grief
By pressing a button, he screwed up half of Europe and India
There was only some life left in the countryside
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes

People started wandering like nomads
Singing whoever works is not afraid of hunger
Because human hope is unbeatable
Especially the private initiative sector

Some Ukrainian woman remembered out of misery
That the old nuclear power plant was not damaged by radiation
She sold a tractor to some crazy ecologist
With that money she rented a nuclear reactor

The woman decorated the property with a lot of style
Soon guests started to gather
The owner of the Chernobyl Motel
Counting the market, she jumps for joy

Because there were different guests, some breathed on gills
Others again had some outgrowths, bumps
One humanity, many mutations
Eight arms, seven heads, two spines, four legs

Despite the differences, there was never a shortage
A cocktail of lead was poured in the streams
A two-headed Elvis and Siamese quintuplets played
Crawling between the tables like a dude

But the owner of the Chernobyl Motel
Never wanted any guest
Hiding it for her sweetheart
She knitted a sweater with two sleeves

In the middle of the village, an active tavern
A mutated head sticks out of it
Mutated from atomic war
It's the head of young mutants

I come out of the tavern sober
I find the factual situation
Left, right, nowhere my apartment
Oh planet, you're so fucked up

Muta, muta, muta, muta
Muta, muta, muta, muta
Muta, muta, muta, muta
Mutants, muta, muta

Muta, muta, muta, muta
Muta, muta, muta, muta
Muta, muta, muta, muta
Mutants, mata, muta

In the middle of the village, an active tavern
A mutated head sticks out of it
Mutated from atomic war
It's the head of young mutants

I come out of the tavern sober
I find the factual situation
Left, right, nowhere my apartment
Oh planet, you're so fucked up