Paroles et traduction SBO - Smrt Bogatih Otrok

Smrt Bogatih Otrok

Južno od Dolgega mosta
Gor nad Črnuče, vzhodno od Polja
Vuče, oba drsiva
Welcome drink na marmorju
Plebs idila
Oba sva spila

In spet drhti mi telo
Sedativi in noč
Po hodnikih je folk
Niz mamljivih podob
Sinovi trpajo vsoto tranzicije
Končno veva, da prspela sva v Mordor

Lip-syncajo na Bubo, Jalo, Senido
Dotikajo se mojih organov
K' pridm je hrpa modelov z mano
Vidm jih
Dobr vem kdo so
Duhovi preteklosti, nazaj me hočjo
Ljubav je u kvartu
Nedžad je na vratima
Kam se je Pupi zgubu
Čefurji so čao papa
Slediva dobri gudri
Beživa na vrt
Tam lačni očaki čakajo, da pride smrt

Menjava dobrine in telesne tekočine
Benjamina ni več, sam egotrip ne mine
Tulum brezimne elite
To noč vice ne spijo
Preskočila sva razred
Metastaze cvetijo (ja)

Puca mi kurac
Komiram jim po bujee kučah
Polne so P.L.U.R.-a
Rola se Kenosha-Guča
Puca mi kurac (ja)
Komiram jim po bujee kučah (ja)
Polne so P.L.U.R.-a (ja)

Paranoja na obrazu
V očeh ciprese
Predmestje raste za nami
Midva po tleh se vlečeva
Ples kvalitetnih drog
Sanjam svet bo rešla
Smrt bogatih otrok

Smrt bogatih otrok
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Brt, ti si mlad, čuden
Le ti si tok čuden
Brt, ti si ful čuden
Ti si tok čuden
Brt ti si mlad, čuden
Tok čuden
Ful čuden (ti si)
Tok čuden

Vse mi je tuje, kar je moje
Too late je za dvome
Dej spust me not' med noge
Jutro je
Na veselici se slinim na meh
In ti si tle, da ma moja praznina ime

Debele vrane
V smogu bele Ljubljane
Predram' me
Včer sem sanju, bejbe
Dons nevem ker dan je
Zlati otroci DEMOS-a na pravi strani Alp
Ne vrag, le sosed bo
Vrag

Paranoja na obrazu
V očeh ciprese
Predmestje raste za nami
Midva po tleh se vlečeva
Ples kvalitetnih drog
Sanjam svet bo rešla
Smrt bogatih otrok

Smrt bogatih otrok
Smrt bogatih otrok
Smrt bogatih otrok
Smrt bogatih otrok

Ti si tok čuden (smrt bogatih otrok)
Ti si tok čuden
Tok čuden
Ful čuden

Mladost tvoja počiva
U pijanim očima
Mamurluk koči te
Al ko te noćas pokriva
Pomračila ti um
Kuja domovina
Ko vodilja

Misliš, da si savage, a?
Al gubiš se, zaboravljaš
Trotoar
Trotoar

Death of Rich Kids

South of Dolgi Most
Up above Črnuče, east of Polje
Wolves, both of us sliding
Welcome drink on marble
Plebs idyll
We both drank

And again my body shivers
Sedatives and night
People in the hallways
A string of tempting images
Sons stuffing the sum of transition
Finally we know we slipped into Mordor

They lip-sync to Bubo, Jalo, Senido
They touch my organs
A bunch of models came with me
I see them
I know who they are
Ghosts of the past, they want me back
Love is in the quarter
Nedžad is at the door
Where did Pupi disappear to
The thugs are gone, ciao papa
We follow good gu-dri
We run to the garden
There hungry fathers wait for death to come

Exchange of goods and bodily fluids
Benjamin is no more, but the ego trip doesn't end
Tulum of the nameless elite
This night the vices don't sleep
We jumped class
Metastases bloom (yeah)

My dick is throbbing
I'm banging on their fancy houses
They are full of P.L.U.R.
Kenosha-Guča rolls
My dick is throbbing (yeah)
I'm banging on their fancy houses (yeah)
They are full of P.L.U.R. (yeah)

Paranoia on my face
Cypress trees in my eyes
The suburb grows behind us
We're dragging ourselves along the ground
Dance of quality drugs
I dream the world will be saved
Death of rich kids

Death of rich kids
Death of rich kids
Death of rich kids
(Death of rich kids)
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(Death of rich kids)
(Death of rich kids)
(Death of rich kids)
(Death of rich kids)

Brt, you're young, strange
You're so strange
Brt, you're really strange
You're so strange
Brt, you're young, strange
So strange
Really strange (you are)
So strange

Everything that's mine is alien to me
It's too late for doubts
Let me down between your legs
It's morning
I'm drooling over the soft stuff at the party
And you're here so my emptiness has a name

Fat crows
In the smog of white Ljubljana
Wake me up
I dreamt yesterday, babe
I don't know what day it is today
Golden children of DEMOS on the right side of the Alps
Not the devil, just the neighbor will be
The devil

Paranoia on my face
Cypress trees in my eyes
The suburb grows behind us
We're dragging ourselves along the ground
Dance of quality drugs
I dream the world will be saved
Death of rich kids

Death of rich kids
Death of rich kids
Death of rich kids
Death of rich kids

You're so strange (death of rich kids)
You're so strange
So strange
Really strange

Your youth rests
In your drunken eyes
A hangover is hammering you
Or when the night covers you
You've clouded your mind
A homeland howls
As a guide

You think you're savage, huh?
Or are you losing yourself, forgetting
Sidewalk
Sidewalk