Paroles et traduction Scriptor - Scene

Scene

Na busu do zaborava sjeo sam do ženske siluete
Mislim si neću pričat, sigurno joj svi ulete
Naporna ekipa stvara fobiju od razgovora
Rađe brijem solo s glazbom oran stisnut gas do mora
Al desilo se da je ona meni krenula sa spikom
Njenih frendova i random bendova u stilu
Prvi Parni valjak, jedino taj mi valja
Paše mojoj karmi zmaja, drago mi je, Pariz Maja
Mislim majko mila ko će s tobom sjedit satima
Oćeš da ti platim da u miru blejiš prema vratima
Il da se vratim na staru strategiju polusna
Nekada je bonus na treba trenutak bacit ponos van
Ok, osto sam na mjestu nakon kratke analize
Pored ove patke u žaru mentalne paralize
Kaže: Vidi imam malu tetovažu iza uha
Nešto važno? To ti je na esperantu kriza duha
Iznad muha zuji nesmiljeno, ja bi zujo s njom
Al ne smijemo, nisam trpio ovakav stres nijednom
I drito kad ju je počela prat katarza
Vozač je reko khm kratka pauza, kakav tarzan

Scene kada vrijeme stane
Ko kad neko melje, a sve su ti teme strane
Scene neugode kad želiš propast u zemlju
Il sjurit se pijan biciklom niz opasnu zebru
Kapi znoja krenu same

Pauza gotova, šalter opet prima
Čekajući ko debil izvrtio sam stopet rima
S nepokretnima i pokretnima i žrtvama opeklina
Poker klima, niski tlak koketira s prokletima
Sestre čilaju na kavici, spika
Ja ti to samo smireno na tavici, al dobro
Rižu pirjamo na parici, kad idemo napravit si
Baš ko pravi Kinezi, vidi imaju na stranici
Odlutam izvan ove gastro teme, baba pored vrišti
Nastojte me primit dok samo još živa, zastor krene
Plava kuta mrmlja neko prezime sa č i ć
Dvoje bezumno prigovore da nisu čuli ć
I sada postaje dramatično
Neki stari čiča ima kratki spoj na matičnoj
Usto iz kolica, tijelo slona svinjskog lica
Puzi mic po mic na koljenima prema tristo mica
Rodilja i pokušava stat na pult, kćer pita tata kud
Lik hvata kuk i proklamira stiže katapult
Kakav luk, kakav grah, ovako smrde leševi
Crnci, bijelci miješani, Turci, Mletci vješani, scene

Scene

I sat down next to a woman's silhouette on the bus to oblivion.
I thought to myself, I won't talk to her, everyone must be hitting on her.
A tough crew creates a phobia of conversations.
I'd rather shave solo with music, my ear pressed tight, gas all the way to the sea.
But it happened that she started talking to me.
Her friends and random bands in the style of...
First Parni Valjak, that's the only one I like.
It fits my dragon karma, I'm glad, Paris Maya.
My God, who will sit with you for hours?
Do you want me to pay you to just chill quietly by the door?
Or should I go back to the old semi-sleeping strategy?
Sometimes it's a bonus to ditch your pride for a moment.
Ok, I stayed put after a brief analysis.
Next to this duck in the heat of mental paralysis.
She says: Look, I have a small tattoo behind my ear.
Something important? That's a spiritual crisis in Esperanto.
Above the flies, it hums relentlessly, I'd hum with her.
But we can't, I haven't endured this kind of stress ever.
And right when catharsis began to accompany her,
The driver said, "Ahem, short break," what a Tarzan.

Scenes when time stands still.
Like when someone grinds, and all the topics are foreign to you.
Scenes of discomfort when you want to fall through the ground.
Or race drunk on a bicycle down a dangerous zebra crossing.
Drops of sweat start on their own.

The break is over, the counter is accepting again.
Waiting like an idiot, I've spun five hundred rhymes.
With the immobile and the mobile and the victims of burns.
Poker face, low blood pressure flirts with the damned.
Sisters chilling over coffee, talk.
I just calmly tell you on a small plate, but okay.
We stew rice on a small stove, when are we going to make ourselves...
Just like real Chinese people, see, they have it on their page.
I wander off this gastro theme, the grandma next to me screams.
Try to take me in while I'm still alive, the curtain starts.
A blue corner mumbles some last name with 'ch' and 'ć'.
Two people senselessly object that they didn't hear the 'ć'.
And now it's getting dramatic.
Some old geezer has a short circuit in his motherboard.
Also out of the stroller, the body of a pig-faced elephant.
He crawls inch by inch on his knees towards three hundred inches.
The mother gives birth and tries to stand on the counter, her daughter asks dad where...
The guy grabs his stomach and proclaims, "The catapult is coming!"
What onion, what beans, corpses smell like this.
Blacks, whites mixed, Turks, Venetians hanged, scenes.