Paroles et traduction Scriptor - Oprost

Oprost

Pamtim samo velike dane
Male drolje što danas slove za velike dame
Želite plamen, al izgubio sam iskru
U smislu da sad imam potpuno hladan pristup
Obrati se Isusu Kristu ako želiš čistu
Savjest, pa zapjevaj dalmatinsku pismu
I sredi vip listu za bit u disku
Dođi na crvenu pistu i izaći ćeš u tisku
Rekli su mi gledaj svoja posla
Reko zašto? Brate, dobra volja košta
Moraš opstat u svijetu sebičnih
Pitanje je samo naposljetku želiš li
Nisam nikome želio zlo
Al svaki podrhtali domino čini razliku, tako i to
Zatvor je najgori dom, u to nema sumnje
Zbunjena mumija do mumije i prljavo rublje

Nisu bile nesretne
Suze su tekle iz navike
Možda ćete reći nema razlike, al
Nisu bile tužne
Noćni duhovi usred gradske gužve
Dame, a ne kurve
Nisu bile nesretne
Ne, to nikada, pitam vas
Gdje su vaša djeca prije svitanja
I nisu bile tužne
Ružne stvari su radile iz nužde
Dame, a ne kurve

Pitat ćete zašto sam ih tukao
Tupa bol te trgne kad se osjećaš sputano
Gutaš govna, od riječi do tableta
Od večernjih kvarteta do neposjećenih petaka
I zašto kuću zovu javna
A državu pravna kada je sve tajna
Misliš da su mogle podnijet takav pritisak
Maskiran hodaš gradom, a na svakom uglu istina
Nisu bile tužne, ne, to nikada
Slika Zagreba je bila krvava tog vikenda
Razotkrivena mafija, političari, partija
Tjedan dana nakon smrti Tita svugdje racija
Klijenti preko noći postaju svjedoci
Borci protiv kriminala i gledaju me u oči
A ja sam i dozvolio takvima da nas slome
I danas vama samo želim reći da one nikad

Bio sam u partiji, bio sam dio partije
Znali su dolazit u grupama iz Opatije
Vrh federacije i često mi ne platit nego
Čuvat leđa kad milicija prolazi Radićevom
A bilo je svega, uspona i padova
Blagodati rada, rakija i ruski kavijar
Prizori odvratnih ljudskih navika
Ucjenjivača, pravnika, ma kakva je razlika
Djevojke su pisale dnevnike, provjerite
Voljele su me ko oca, bile su predivne
Nema ničeg tužnijeg od njihovog pogleda
Kad su saznale da nas vode na odjel za one stvari
A davno sam im obećao sretan kraj
Nekad najljepše stvari doživiš kad čekaš raj
Te noći smo plesali dok one nisu usnule
Od napitka koji pretvara tople usne u uspomene

Forgiveness

I only remember the good times
The little girls who now call themselves ladies
You want fire, but I lost my spark
In the sense that I now have a completely cold approach
Turn to Jesus Christ if you want a clean
Conscience, then sing a Dalmatian song
And arrange the VIP list to be in the club
Come to the red runway and you'll be in the press
They told me to mind my own business
I said why? Brother, good will costs
You have to survive in a world of selfishness
The only question is, in the end, do you want to?
I didn't wish evil on anyone
But every trembling domino makes a difference, so does this
Prison is the worst home, there's no doubt about it
Confused mummy to mummy and dirty laundry

They weren't unhappy
Tears flowed out of habit
Maybe you'll say there's no difference, but
They weren't sad
Night spirits in the middle of the city crowd
Ladies, not whores
They weren't unhappy
No, never, I ask you
Where are your children before dawn?
And they weren't sad
They did bad things out of necessity
Ladies, not whores

You'll ask why I beat them
Blunt pain pulls you when you feel stifled
You swallow shit, from words to pills
From evening quartets to unvisited Fridays
And why is the house called public
And the country legal when everything is a secret
Do you think they could take such pressure
You walk through the city disguised, and the truth is on every corner
They weren't sad, no, never
The picture of Zagreb was bloody that weekend
Mafia exposed, politicians, party
A week after Tito's death, a raid everywhere
Clients become witnesses overnight
Fighters against crime and they look me in the eye
And I even allowed such people to break us
And today I just want to tell you that they never

I was in the party, I was part of the party
They knew how to come in groups from Opatija
The top of the federation and often wouldn't pay me, but
Cover my back when the police pass by Radićeva
And there was everything, ups and downs
The benefits of work, brandy and Russian caviar
Scenes of disgusting human habits
Blackmailers, lawyers, what's the difference
The girls wrote diaries, check it out
They loved me like a father, they were gorgeous
There is nothing sadder than their gaze
When they found out we were being taken to the department for those things
And I promised them a happy ending long ago
Sometimes you experience the most beautiful things when you're waiting for paradise
That night we danced until they fell asleep
From the drink that turns warm lips into memories