Paroles et traduction Siddharta - Stipe (Live)

Stipe (Live)

Sam med primitivci stojim,
Kolena mi trese in upam,
Da ne izvedejo kaknih neumnosti.
Takrat ta mali primitivec pride k meni,
Me prime za srajco,
Brez zob in z zadahom po vinu
Pred mano grozi. Nekaj kakor:

"Daj denarja meni, denarja meni!"
"Nimam niè pri sebi, nimam niè pri sebi!" (na gobec...)

Nakar, Stipe kolega ob meni,
Butast kot tram, a z volovskim telesom
In pestjo kot ta hud dinamit.
Povem od katerih postav sm jih dobil,
Stipe smejoè jih prime za vrat in prisili,
Da se klanjajo vsi. Jaz pa zraven:

"Na kolena k meni, na kolena k meni!"
"Na kolena k meni, na kolena k meni!" (na gobec...)

Tako, ivljenje na ulici mimo gre
In niè mi ni jasno, je vse to le trik
Ali je butasta igra za pse.
Takrat se mi pred oèmi svet odpre
Ko vidim za vogalom, ko ut v ta malo njen bratec zabije in gre.

Prej se reèe: "Dej denarja meni, denarja meni!"
"Dej danarja meni, denarja meni!" (na gobec...)

Stipe (Live)

Honey, I am standing with primitives,
My knees are shaking and I'm hoping,
That they don't do something stupid.
Then this little primitive comes up to me,
Grabs me by the shirt,
Toothless and smelling of wine,
Threatens me. Something like:

"Give me money, give me money!"
"I have nothing on me, I have nothing on me!" (in the face...)

Suddenly, Stipe, my buddy next to me,
As dumb as a door, but with the body of an ox
And a fist like dynamite.
I tell him who these punks are,
Stipe smiling grabs them by the neck and forces them,
To bow down. And I chime in:

"Get down on your knees for me, get down on your knees for me!"
"Get down on your knees for me, get down on your knees for me!" (in the face...)

So, life on the streets goes by
And nothing is clear to me, is this just a trick
Or is it a stupid game for dogs.
Then the veil before my eyes falls
When I see around the corner, when her little brother stabs him in the back and leaves.

He says: "Give me money, give me money!"
"Give me money, give me money!" (in the face...)