Paroles et traduction SBO - Trnow III / Povratek v Trnow

Trnow III / Povratek v Trnow

Zbudim se v svoji pojstli v fletu je tišina
Sonce rešeta okna u glavi mi razbija
Dvignem se zaliman se pogledam v obrz
Špegu mi prav pizda hud dan za smrt

Nč – stopm vn iz sobe čudn se mi zdi
Da je kuhna prazna in televizor gori
Gor vidm ludi pred parlamentom je hudč
Mene zvije v želodcu damn moram srt

Usedm se na školko strmim v ploščice
Z-zw in pol me flashne kva smo delal use
Učer zvečer pred Jallo na Meti
Zupan in jst obadva čist na tabletih

Glej jih vse te bejbike tle
Zupan Sieg Heila eni k ma pirse po seb
Dere se Big Daddy Hakelkreuz panic-attack
Bejbi je skeri ker je leftie – patosira ga prec

Uglavnem da previjem naprej
U Tifli Dino komentira prav da zihr ni gej
En Pab klientela dela isti DJ
Čak mal sam kva je pa ta preplah pred WCji

Da fak k se prerinm med ldi
U kabini vidm Zupana k se mi smeji
Oba gola do kolen z uno lubico od prej
Prst ji tiši u ritno luknco kr fejst

Pejzda dobr ga poriva
Seveda prepirsana bejba zgleda da uživa
Vibrira telefon uč mi pade na zaslon
Dino piše da beži z enim fantom v dvanajstko

Shiiieeet začutm svoj zadah
Znajdem se nazaj v jutru na ploščicah
Flat je prazen sedim na školjki moker
Še zmeri mi ni jasn kam je zginu moj fotr

Še en dan, spet prbit na faksu
Folk predava, k da je na aftrju
Zravn mene frendica krizira
Rečm: Juca ne bit taka sekira

Napolno škil, začne se pent iz ust
Pizda zgleda da ga dons res ona čut
Na hard me pobira, morm urgirat
Čis napsihiran, iz klasa pičim k strela

Se mi vleče ta hodnik, na poti dol me zaloti
Juca k zlomleno hodi za mano flossa k kronik
Se po štengah podira, na steno krivo opira
Vidno je shirana, slino požira in me nadira

Jebeš ta fuckin šit, spizdim iz faksa yo
Itak sm zmenen, da peljem Dinca v dvanajstko
Pride Zupan, me pokupi, v avtu posluša Björk
Tablete kup na puf, nafuka se v avtu, človk

Whoa, v Šiško nacvikan prevaža me
Me pusti na mali pumpi, hop!, v En Paba grem
Zupan gre neki na Meto, prav da ni fuku dolg
Js pa muvam v Pabu na Bubo pa Jalo ful slow

Ob treh na tleh, v dvanajstki lopovi
Modeli iz Eurota, SUAŠa, narkosi
Dve mtki uočim, gotov se bližam njim
K v moj osebn prostor vidm, da vdira Dinc

Dinc, model, kje si ti model
Baje je parti v Mednu, tm k je hotel
Kva? OK, ne vem, če bi lih šou
Nimaš izbire izsrku ti bom dušico

Đijeee modeli pogrešam fotrčka
Stopm vn iz bloka odprem si Monstrčka
Slutnja me zadane kje ga loh najdm
Tu-tu-ru-tutu zvoni – kliče me Frank!

Model čist sem broke a loh do Šentvida pridš
So me vrgl iz kluba, Dinota zdavni ni več
Zabrijala sva punim, pipku me je po ćuni
Zavrnu sem ponudbo, tip je pol šu z drugim

Kva, ey frajer, tripaš ga preveč
Dinc pipka ribe, valda da mam zate keš
Poklicu ti bom taksi, glih hodm zdele peš
U Moste po fotra zajebu mi je flash

Lepa, u taxiju sedim
Voznik mi govori kako lepo je blo bit skin
Mi zamori – še dobr da na cilju smo
Nad Mostami se oblaki zgrinjajo

Klerofašistu fuknem zehnerja
Na lice mi pade prva kaplca
S konterja skoč ranjen mačk
Hvala ti Benotti da si taxi plaču

Mačk naju gleda svetjo se mu oči
Spregovori: ovde nema budućnosti
Hm kr naenkrat začne ful lit
Dviga se Lublanca z neba pada kri

K čez tržnco beživa drevesa oživijo
V trešah dol z vej mlada trupla visijo
Fak šit človk poscou se bom
Vse okol odmeva pesem Avsenikov

In pol tla se kr odprejo zaveje po žveplu
Iz razpok zajokajo ujeti u peklu
U borbi za obstanek naju Zupanov fejs
Ful načvokan sprašuje kam gremo naprej

In busna gori u zubljih folk ga miga
Iz Jollya se nama črna dlan bliža
Skočva v Lublanco, prežene naju molk
In odplavava proti toku v Trnow

Trnow III / Return to Trnow

I wake up in my bed, silence in the flat
The sun sifts through the windows, my head is pounding
I get up hungover, I look in the mirror
The reflection shows a really shitty day to die

Whatever – I step out of the room, it seems strange to me
That the kitchen is empty and the TV is on
I see people upstairs, in front of the parliament it's bad
My stomach twists, damn, I have to take a shit

I sit down on the toilet, staring at the tiles
Z-zw and then it flashes me what we were all doing
Last night in front of Jalla's on Metelkova
Zupan and I both high on ecstasy

Look at all these babes here
Zupan's doing the Sieg Heil to one with her tits out
Big Daddy yells Hakelkreuz, panic attack
The babe is almost crying because she's a leftie – he kicks her out

Anyway, fast forward
In Tifli, Dino comments that he's definitely not gay
One Pab clientele, the same DJ is working
Wait a minute, what's this commotion in front of the toilets

Oh fuck, I squeeze through the people
In the cubicle, I see Zupan laughing at me
Both naked to the waist with that chick from before
He's sticking his finger pretty deep in her asshole

The landscape’s good, he's really going at it
Of course, the pierced babe looks like she's enjoying it
The phone vibrates, a notification pops up on the screen
Dino's writing that he's running away to block 12 with some dude

Shiiit, I can feel my breath
I find myself back in the morning on the tiles
The flat is empty, I'm sitting on the toilet, wet
I still don't understand where my old man disappeared to

Another day, stuck at uni again
People are lecturing like they're at an afterparty
Next to me, my friend is freaking out
I say: Juca, don't be so uptight

Halfway through school, foam starts coming out of her mouth
Damn, it looks like she's really feeling it today
She's coming on to me hard, I have to get out of here
Totally freaked out, I shoot out of class like an arrow

This hallway is dragging on, on my way down I'm caught by
Juca who's limping behind me, flossing like crazy
She's stumbling, leaning against the wall
She's visibly wasted, swallowing spit and staring at me

Fuck this fuckin' shit, I'm out of uni, yo
I'm supposed to be taking Dinc to block 12 anyway
Zupan arrives, picks me up, listens to Björk in the car
Buys pills at the gas station, she's hooking up in the car, man

Whoa, he's driving me to Šiška, all drugged up
Drops me off at the small gas station, hop!, I'm going to En Pab
Zupan's going somewhere on Metelkova, says it's not for long
And I'm chilling in Pab, waiting for Buba and Jala, real slow

At three on the floor, in block 12's dens
Models from Europark, SUAŠ, narcotics
I spot two chicks, I'm definitely approaching them
When into my personal space I see Dinc entering

Dinc, model, where are you, model
Apparently, there's a party at Medno, where that hotel is
What? OK, I don't know if I'd go
You have no choice, I'll suck your soul out

Geez, models, I miss my old man
I step out of the block, open my Monster
A hunch hits me where I can find him
Tu-tu-ru-tutu ringing – Frank's calling me!

Model, I'm totally broke, but can you come to Šentvid
They kicked me out of the club, Dino is gone now
We got wasted with this chick, she kissed me on the cheek
I refused the offer, so the dude left with someone else

What, hey dude, you're tripping too much
Dinc is hitting on chicks, of course I have cash for you
I'll call you a taxi, I'm just walking now
To Moste for my old man, I have a flashback, damn

Nice, I'm sitting in the taxi
The driver is telling me how great it was to be a skinhead
He's boring me – good thing we're at our destination
Above the bridges, the clouds are gathering

I throw a tenner at the clero-fascist
The first drop falls on my face
A wounded kitten jumps off the trash container
Thank you Benotti for paying for the taxi

The kitten looks at us, its eyes shining
It speaks: there is no future here
Hmm, suddenly it starts pouring
Ljubljana rises, blood falls from the sky

As we run across the marketplace, trees come alive
Young bodies hang from the branches down
Oh fuck, man, I'm gonna puke
All around, Avsenik's song echoes

And then the ground opens up, a gust of sulfur blows
From the cracks, the trapped souls in hell cry out
In the struggle for survival, Zupan's face
Totally wasted, asks where we're going next

And the bus is burning, people are swaying in its teeth
A black hand reaches out to us from Jolly
We jump into the Ljubljanica, silence chases us
And we float downstream to Trnow