Paroles et traduction Siddharta - Opice

Opice

Je kri tisto, kar spira greh ljudi?
Je blat tisto, kar jemo mi vsi?
Je vonj vrtnice kriv, da ne smrdi?
Le grob poln teh lepih je rastlin.

Divja sla v opicah di,
Ki jo padanje teles nahrani.

Brez nas opice grizli bi e psi.
Brez nas hrane ni, opica trpi.
Zato dajmo svoj dele med ljudi,
Zato pustimo, da zver za zmeraj zaspi.

Divja sla v opicah di,
Ki jo padanje teles nahrani...

Monkeys

Is blood what the sin of people breathes?
Is filth what we all eat?
Is the scent of roses the reason it doesn't stink?
Only a grave is full of these pretty plants.

The wild glory in monkeys,
Which is fed by the fall of bodies.

Without us, dogs would have eaten the monkeys.
Without us, there is no food, the monkey suffers.
So let's give some of our honey to the humans,
So let's let the beast sleep forever.

The wild glory in monkeys,
Which is fed by the fall of bodies...