Текст и перевод песни Atheist rap - Blu Trabant

Blu Trabant

Izdali smo plocu, dosli smo do para
Kupili smo kola, boja: serpa plava
Terali smo kola celu noc i dan
Uh, ala je prasio nas Trabant karavan
Jurili smo ulicama nasega grada

Kao da su one mocna autostrada
Ganjala nas murka, al\' nas nije stigla
Jer kolica nasa prasincinu su digla
Sve su cure tada suzile za nama
Neke smo i vozili do Flying Dutchmana
To je bilo vreme, to je bila frka
Niko tada s\' nama nije smeo da se trka
Curice jos pamte, secaju se sata
Na zadnjem sedustu naseg Trabanta
A sediste zadnje istorija sveta
Na njemu je bilo i klinki i teta
Na zadnjem sedistu naseg Trabanta

Slikali nas tada i za kalendare
Muzicari ludi u Trabantu sto gluvare
Popularnost Trabanta drasticno je tukla
A prodaja Mercedesa potpuno je pukla
Na turneje mnoge Trabantom smo isli
Puna kola muzicara, pivkana i virsli
Limuzina pici, kilometri siste
Curice kraj druma sve u transu vriste

Zvali nas u Turiju u zadruzni dom
Da sviramo malo, da prasimo po svom
Da zastitimo kola od mogucih ataka
Sklonismo ih u dvoriste kod nekog seljaka
Posle dobre svirke i jos bolje cirke
Dodjosmo do kola i pukosmo od bola
Ocajnog prizora, seljaci nas kinje
Jer naseg Trabanta pojele su svinje
U velikoj zurbi oko tonske probe
Zaboravaismo skroz na groktave grdobe
Ta nepaznja sitna bese vrlo gadna
Izgubismo naseg voljenog Trabanta

Ali
Na svu srecu svinje nisu k\'o Kareli
Ipak je motor ostao sasvim celi
Sad sa tim motorom mi rezemo drva
Al\' osta setno secanje na nasa kola prva

Blue Trabant - my love
Karavan Trabant - svaciji san
Blue Trabant - kao serpa plav
Karavan Trabant - plastican sav

Blu Trabant

We put out a record, got some money
We bought a car, it was blue as a nightjar
We drove that car all day and night
Man, did our Trabant caravan fly
We raced through the streets of our town

Like they were some mighty Autobahn
The buzz was rushing us, but we didn't care
'Cause our rusty old ride made dust in the air
All the girls at the time were crushing on us
We even drove some to the Flying Dutchman fuss
Those were the days, those were the kicks
No one dared to mess with us, we were the slick chicks
The girls still remember, they think of the time
In the back seat of our Trabant, it was prime
And that back seat, a story to unfold
It's where we made memories, both young and old
In the back seat of our Trabant

They even put our pictures on the calendar then
Mad musicians in a Trabant, looking rather dim
The popularity of our Trabant was hard to beat
Mercedes sales were down, we couldn't be beat
To many gigs we went, in our Trabant so fine
Packed with musicians, beer, and sausages divine
A limousine on wheels, miles we flew
Girls along the roadside screaming, "We love you!"

They called us to Turino, to a co-op house
To rock out for a bit, to raise some hell, no doubt
To protect our car from possible attacks
We hid it in the yard of a farmer's shack
After a great show and a riotous night
We came back to the car and gasped in fright
A scene of horror, the farmers mocked our pain
Our Trabant was gone, eaten by pigs, what a stain
In all our excitement, we forgot, what fools
About those hungry hogs, the greedy ghouls
That little oversight was a nasty trick
We lost our beloved Trabant, too sick

But hey
Luckily the pigs aren't like Karelis
The engine was safe, untouched, thank the fairies
Now with that engine, we chop up wood
But we still miss our first car, it did us good

Blue Trabant - my love
Karavan Trabant - a dream for all
Blue Trabant - like a nightjar's blue
Karavan Trabant - all plastic, it's true