Текст и перевод песни Boy Wonder - Nýmand

Nýmand

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Šš.Boy Wondeeer (Boy Wondeeer)
Občas sa mi zdá že som mimo a hodne
Šš.Boy Wondeeer (Boy Wondeeer)
Nenahánam sa za kariéru usilovne
Šš.Boy Wondeeer (Boy Wondeeer)
V ruke joint a na stole bongo vodné
Šš.Boy Wondeeer (Boy Wondeeer)
Ty malá píčo toto je o mne (víš?)

Ja som pacifista, vojnu vedem len sám se sebu
O to či vstanem z postele dnes či až v nedzelu
Priznávam, choval som si na prsách príšeru
Hadov lenivosti omotajú ta a zežerú
Som spät lenivejší ako kedy predtým
Akurát, že v štúdiu schovaný pred svetlom denným
Nemám auto chodzím peši píšem vety
Daj mi beat a mikrofón a zbadáš ma jak lecím
Ja si tak rád lítam a vidzím jak ste malý
Zatál čo sa prsíte inštantný gangsta králi
Zatál čo žereš paštéku a splácaš dalšú splátku
Len aby si sa vozil v ojazdzeném bavoráku
Zatál čo drtíte platénu a vedete vojny
Ja mám sen že ludia prestanú byť strojmi
Chodte do piče s mamonom ja chcem iba mier
Lásku a klud a (pšt) nejaký sk...

Šš.Boy Wondeeer (Boy Wondeeer)
Občas sa mi zdá že ste mimo a hodne
Šš.Boy Wondeeer (Boy Wondeeer)
Nahánate sa za kariéru usilovne
Šš.Boy Wondeeer (Boy Wondeeer)
Nekto pre penáze kradne a nekto bodne
Šš.Boy Wondeeer (Boy Wondeeer)
Ale to fakt neni omne (víš?)

Ja som pacifista vypínam televízne noviny
Narovinu netrhám lebo nekupujem noviny
Né ignorant čo to nechce vnímat
Vnímam no zla je všade tolko že sa to už nedá scíhat
Rapový hipík vyjebaný nýmand
Radšej budem zývat jak sa za vlast strílat
Z vojny neni nič len strach hnus a bída
Ukážem im holý nech sa majú na čo dívat
Dredy nemám dávno stále hovoria mi jedla
A keby z piva rástlo brucho tak ho mám jak knedla
No nemám mám 70 kilov ledva ledva
čo je pre teba samozrejmosť z teho som ja vedla
A asi preto každá práca se mnu vždycky sekla
A nenašiel som ešte takú čo by pomne štekla
A z čeho si ty vedla no tak to je pre mňa chleba
Prázne vačky a joint v hube a vác môžem jebat.

Možná jsem to konečně našel až tady v bahně
Možná tady ze zdola můžu znova začít, být něčím na co můžu být hrdý aniž bych musel něco předstírat, dělat ze sebe něco co nejsem. třeba uvidím něco co jěště nevidím, nebo se dozvím něco co jěště nevím.

Nobody

Okay, everyone with me now!

Shhh. Boy Wondeeer (Boy Wondeeer)
Sometimes I feel like I'm out of it, and by a lot
Shhh. Boy Wondeeer (Boy Wondeeer)
I'm not chasing a career diligently
Shhh. Boy Wondeeer (Boy Wondeeer)
Joint in hand and a water bong on the table
Shhh. Boy Wondeeer (Boy Wondeeer)
You little bitch, this is about me (you know?)

I'm a pacifist, I only wage war with myself
About whether I get out of bed today or on Sunday
I admit, I kept a monster on my chest
Snakes of laziness will wrap around you and devour you
I'm even lazier than ever before
Just hiding in the studio from the daylight
I don't have a car, I walk, I write sentences
Give me a beat and a microphone and you'll see me fly
I love to fly and see how small you are
While you're puffing yourselves up, instant gangster kings
While you're eating pâté and paying another installment
Just to drive around in a used BMW
While you're crushing platinum and waging wars
I have a dream that people will stop being machines
Go to hell with Mammon, I just want peace
Love and quiet and (psst) some fucking...

Shhh. Boy Wondeeer (Boy Wondeeer)
Sometimes it seems to me that you are out of it, and by a lot
Shhh. Boy Wondeeer (Boy Wondeeer)
You're chasing a career diligently
Shhh. Boy Wondeeer (Boy Wondeeer)
Someone steals and someone stabs for money
Shhh. Boy Wondeeer (Boy Wondeeer)
But that's really not about me (you know?)

I'm a pacifist, I turn off the TV news
Frankly, I don't tear them up because I don't buy newspapers
I'm not an ignorant person who doesn't want to perceive it
I perceive, but there is so much evil everywhere that it can't be tracked anymore
Rap hippie, fucked up nobody
I'd rather yawn than shoot myself
There's nothing from war but fear, filth and misery
I'll show them my bare ass, so they have something to look at
I haven't had dreads for a long time, they still call me food
And if my belly grew from beer, I'd have it like a dumpling
But I don't, I have 70 kilos barely
What is a matter of course for you, I'm next to it
And that's probably why every job always got stuck with me
And I haven't found one yet that would bark for me
And what you're next to, well, that's bread for me
Empty pockets and a joint in my mouth and I can fuck more.

Maybe I finally found it here in the mud
Maybe here from the bottom I can start again, be something I can be proud of without having to pretend, to make myself something I'm not. maybe I'll see something I haven't seen yet, or learn something I don't know yet.