Paroles et traduction Siddharta - Stipe

Stipe

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

I stand with the savages,
My knees are shaking and I hope,
That they don't do any nonsense.
Then that little savage comes to me,
He grabs me by the shirt,
Toothless and with a bad breath,
He threatens me. Something like:
"Give me money, give me money!"
"I don't have any on me, I don't have any on me!" (in the face...)
Suddenly, my friend Stipe is next to me,
Dumb as a mule, but with an ox's body,
And a fist like dynamite.
I tell him where I got those caps,
Stipe grabs them by the neck and makes them,
All bow down. And me next to him:
"On your knees before me, on your knees before me!"
"On your knees before me, on your knees before me!" (in the face...)
That's how life passes me by on the street,
And nothing makes sense to me, is it all just a trick,
Or is it a stupid game for fools.
Then the world opens up before my eyes,
When I see around the corner his little brother stabs him and leaves.
Before he says: "Give me money, give me money!"
"Give me money, give me money!" (in the face...)