Paroles et traduction Riblja Corba - Ravnodusan Prema Placu

Ravnodusan Prema Placu

Ravnodusan prema placu,
Obozavam ilovacu.
Gotova je moja muka,
Pa se smejem iz sanduka.
Oko mene su, u stvari,
Licemeri i govnari,
Svako mi za dusu pije,
A znam, lazu drkadzije,
Svako ko je tu plakao,
Poslo bi me u pakao.
A gore mi pevaju popovi,
I nasledjuju me lopovi.
Sapucu samozvani proroci:
Upropastise ga poroci,
Dok izjavljuju saucesce,
Pljuju po meni sve cesce i zesce,
Na glavu mi stavljaju lovore,
Drze mi posmrtne govore,
Stoka sto laze kako zine,
Preuvelicava moje vrline.
Ravnodusan preme placu,
I konacno sasvim sam,
Obozavam ilovacu,
Ne moze mi nista sljam.
Mozda nema ko da place,
Pa placaju narikace,
Mnogo sveta, divan sprovod,
Za pijanku sjajan povod,
Ko u svakom dobrom vicu
Sreca je na svakom licu,
Grobar ceka napojnicu,
Jos po jedna za ubicu,
Za presrecnu porodicu,
I veselu udovicu!

Indifferent to the Field

Indifferent to the field,
I adore the mud.
My pain is gone,
So I am laughing from the coffin.
Around me there are, in fact,
Hypocrites and shitheads,
Everyone drinks for my soul,
But I know, you liars,)
Everyone that cried here,
Would have sent me to hell.
And up there priests are singing for me,
And thieves are inheriting me.
Self-proclaimed prophets are whispering:
He was ruined by his vices,
While stating condolences,
They spit on me more and more often,
They put laurels on my head,
They give me posthumous speeches,
The cattle lie so cheerfully,
They exaggerate my virtues.
Indifferent to the field
And finally completely alone,
I adore the mud,
Nothing can hurt me anymore.
Maybe there's no one to cry,
So mourners are crying,
A lot of people, a great funeral procession,
A splendid reason for a booze,
As in any good joke,
There's happiness on every face,
The gravedigger is waiting for a tip,
One more for the killer,
For a very happy family,
And a cheerful widow!