Paroles et traduction Rambo Amadeus - Zreo za penziju

Zreo za penziju

Zbog burnih istorijskih dogadjaja
Pao sam u nervnu tenziju
Molim nadlezni organ
Da mi odobri odlazak u penziju
U penziju, penziju

Cera mene Iglesijas ucit' za pjevaca
Kaze, pjevac ne zna sta je ekonomska kriza
Pogodi se mjesecno bar za jednu svadbu
Malo djidji midji i vazda pun deviza

A mislim se
Pjevaci se ne uce no radjaju
Tvrda glava je urodjena mana
Nezgodno je pjevat' dok se ljudi svadjaju
Pa krenu pjevaca markama da gadjaju

A Mobuto navalio u politiku da me dadne
Kaze, ko visoko leti visocije padne
Politicar je vazda ljubazan sa svima
Svako od njega rado saucesce prima

Mislim se, ko se mota oko politike
Ne zna osnovne zakone balistike
Pod kojim uglom letis u nebesa
Pod tim te ceka hladna Trebjesa

Od Paje Patka, crtanog lika
Stalno slusam da sam za privatnika
Samo budala ganja popularnost, slavu
Biznis je za moju telegentnu glavu

Striko Bajo znadem da sam telegentan
A biznis je za telegenciju stetan
Ne radi kurva ono zbog para
Vec zato sto voli muza da vara

I digital Mandrak Solomon mudri
Na stihove moje lupa recenziju
Sudec' po onom sto u njima vidi
Sluti kod mene nervnu pretenziju

Poceo si sebe ozbiljno da shvatas
A publiku na patetiku da hvata
Cini mi se, burazeru
Da sam zreo za penziju
Penziju, penziju, penziju
Penziju, penziju, zreo za penziju

Zero for a pension

Because of turbulent historical events
I have fallen into nervous tension
I beg the competent authority
To approve my retirement
To pension, pension

Iglesias himself taught me to sing
He says, a singer does not know what an economic crisis is
Strike a deal for a wedding monthly at least
Little grandpa midget and always full of currencies

But I think
Singers are not taught, but born
A hard head is an inborn flaw
It is inconvenient to sing when people quarrel
So they start to shoot at pop singers

And Mobutu invaded politics to give me away
He says, he who flies high falls higher
A politician is always friendly with everybody
Everybody likes to receive condolences from him

I think, he who meddles in politics
Does not know the basic laws of ballistics
At which angle you fly into the sky
At which you will be met by cold Trebjesa

From Donald Duck, a cartoon character
I constantly hear that I am cut out for the private sector
Only an idiot chases popularity, fame
Business is for my telegenic head

Uncle Bajo, I know that I am telegenic
But business is harmful for telegenicity
A whore does not sleep with someone because of money
But because she likes to cheat on her man

And digital Mandrak Solomon the wise
Reviews my lyrics like a judge
Judging from what he sees in them
He senses nervous pretension in me

You began to take yourself seriously
And to milk your audience for pathos
It seems to me, brother
That I am ripe for retirement
Retirement, retirement, retirement
Retirement, retirement, ripe for retirement