Paroles et traduction Rytmus - Povolanie Syn

Povolanie Syn

To je ocinove auto.

Yeah!

Ja vím, že kokotko nemôže za to,
Všetko ci plací tvoj bohatý tato,
Frajeríš na mamkinych bavorákoch,
Nepoznáš pocit si zarobiť na to.

Tvoj život je iba fejková vata,
Fejkový kamoši, za lóve tata,
Pri sebe každý deň pritakávača,
Kerému robíš sponzora, né brata.

Povrchný buzerant nafetovaný,
Nepoznáš hodnotu peňazí ani,
Od malička si bol rozmaznavaný,
Keď si to dojebal, ocko vybavil.

Pre tých čo niečo dosáhli si nula,
Medzi takými ti sklapne vždy huba,
Reálne nič si nedokázal kurac,
Narodil bohatý a žil jak chudák.

To je ocinove auto! (Povolanie Syn).
Platíš mamkinou kartou! (Povolanie Syn).
S ′podaj tašky' partou! (Povolanie Syn).
Zdraví ťa najebaný Franto! (Povolanie Syn).

V piči si celý život že si schovaný v tatkovom tieni (aha)
Nájdu sa taký čo chcú z neho vystúpiť, ty si to neni (neni)
Riešiš to drogami, alkoholom lebo sám si neveriš (ježííš)
Stratený v živote, zavretý v luxuse, tažko to zmeníš (fetoš)

K obyčajným ľudom sa chováš jako ku prašivím (ty kokotko)
Dovolenky, Maledivy na Havaji s vašimi (jebko)
V takomto prípade hovorime že si zasynil (si zasynil bratku)
Doma ti hovoria že ti to každý len závidi (sa zebuc ty kretén)

Nemusíš sa s nami ani baviť (buzerant)
S ľudmi čo to dokázali sami (feťák)
Nevieš čo je to chudobu zažiť (aha)
Tých čo začali od nuly, zdravím (zdravim)
Firmu rozbehol za lóve mamy (mami!)
Jebo, nerob sa že sa ti darí
Nemachruj že bývaš v centre Blavy
Nemusel sa pre to ani snažiť (yeau)

Ne každému synovi sa to stalo
Niekolko z nich sa aj vypracovalo
Pred takýmito klobúk dole, bravó,
Ostatným nech tento hook ide hlavou

To je ocinove auto! (Povolanie Syn).
Platíš mamkinou kartou! (Povolanie Syn).
S ′podaj tašky' partou! (Povolanie Syn).
Zdraví ťa najebaný Franto! (Povolanie Syn).

Povolanie syn, povolanie syn,
Povolanie syn, povolanie syn.

Occupation: Son

That's your father's car.

Yeah!

I know you can't help being a dick,
Your rich daddy pays for everything,
You brag about your mom's BMWs,
You don't know what it's like to earn your own money.

Your life is just a fake facade,
Fake friends, paid for by daddy,
Surrounded by yes-men every day,
Who you sponsor, not brothers.

Superficial, drug-fueled queer,
You don't know the value of money,
Spoiled since childhood,
When you fucked up, daddy fixed it.

You're nothing to those who've achieved something,
You shut up around such people,
You haven't really achieved anything, loser,
Born rich and lived like a pauper.

That's your father's car! (Occupation: Son).
You pay with your mom's credit card! (Occupation: Son).
With the 'hold my bags' gang! (Occupation: Son).
Drunk Franto sends you his regards! (Occupation: Son).

You've been hiding in your father's shadow your whole life (aha)
There are those who want to escape it, you are not one of them (not at all)
You deal with drugs, alcohol because you don't believe in yourself (oh boy)
Lost in life, trapped in luxury, hard to change (junkie)

You treat ordinary people like dirt (you asshole)
Vacations, Maldives, Hawaii with your parents (fuck you)
In such a case, we say that you have been dreaming (you have been dreaming, brother)
At home they tell you that everyone is just jealous of you (go fuck yourself, idiot)

You don't have to talk to us (faggot)
With people who have made it on their own (junkie)
You don't know what it's like to be poor (aha)
Greetings to those who started from scratch (greetings)
Started a business with mommy's money (mommy!)
Fuck off, don't pretend you're doing well
Don't brag about living in downtown Bratislava
You didn't have to do anything for it (yeah)

Not every son became like this
Some of them have actually made it
Hats off to such people, bravo,
To the others, let this hook be on their minds

That's your father's car! (Occupation: Son).
You pay with your mom's credit card! (Occupation: Son).
With the 'hold my bags' gang! (Occupation: Son).
Drunk Franto sends you his regards! (Occupation: Son).

Occupation: Son, occupation: Son,
Occupation: Son, occupation: Son.