Текст и перевод песни DJ Wich feat. Moja Reč & Jakub Děkan - V tomto svete

V tomto svete

Stále to píšem pre svojich démonov
Okrem nich málokto naozaj vie kto som
Letím nad Európou, desí sa černochov
Nestíha z gayov
Nám belochom lepí fakt z kdekoho

Slovák je pod stolom nonstop
Slopať ide rovno s kostola
Svoj strach čo dostal od otcov
Dáva do potomkov dokola

Žijem to Nintendo víkend čo víkend, som DJ-ov dealer
Pod nickname-om spitnem svoj shit keď to kýve celým klubom
Stále je to cash čo rozhýbe stádo
Nie pero ale teror píše zákon

Stojíme v radoch volíme hajzlov, močíme na hrob
Horíme láskou, sporíme málo, prosíme často
Potíme, topíme sádlo pod maskou, dobrý deň národ
Točíme liveshow o tom, jak premier si po hymne zástavou vytrie zadok

Píšem to, kým mesto spí, stále verím že to vtipne skončí
Jou a my máme silu, songami potlačiť agresiu
A čo ak tí vojaci majú zbrane, tie nezmenia čo chlapci majú v hlave, tie nevedia slovami zažnúť plameň

Neriešia čo trápi našu mládež
A to sere diktát, nevie vystáť ten dementný štát
V mene Elvisa, Hendrixa, Ježiša Krista
Za oceán pästí pení a dvíha

Ja nečekám že to príde, zostalo to iba v nás
Ja nečekám že to príde ak každý z nás je iba hráč
Tak ostane len v tomto svete
Lebo druhý svet sa zatvára
Tak nájdi šťastie v tejto vete
Už to nebude len predstava

Ešte stále mám na háku, stále mám v piči
štím na svet zo strechy baráku
Otváram si žili do majku
Basy, snéru a kopaku

Úsmev na ksichte, na krku oprátku
Do placu, rýmy bez obalu
Faker ích pozlátku, život je stále bitch
Mne robí striptíz, ja ju plieskam po zadku

Čisté sneakers, dotrhané rifle, brýle
Píšem lajny plné farby v tomto čiernobielom filme
Na beate ma men Wich, fresh
Až kým nás vypne
žiadny image, my sme real
3D, viacej dope ako tvoj dealer

Stále tí istý pri mne, sedel som v izbe a sníval
Presne o tom čo teraz žijem
Stále sa strácam vo whiskey a pive
A na ďalší deň hľadám pravdu vo víne

A nenosím ružové brýle
Volám len na tích istých pár čísel
Stále kričím: "Vyser si oko systém!"
Vidím ich ako chcú aby som visel

Stále viem odkiaľ som prišiel
Kam idem a ským
A že to má zmysel

Ja nečekám že to príde, zostalo to iba v nás
Ja nečekám že to príde ak každý z nás je iba hráč
Tak ostane len v tomto svete lebo druhý svet sa zatvára
Tak nájdi šťastie v tejto vete už to nebude len predstava

In This World

I still write for my demons
Apart from them few really know who I am
I fly over Europe, blacks are scared
Gays can't keep up
It sucks for us whites from everyone

Slovaks are constantly under the table
Ready to gobble up anything
With the fear they got from their fathers
They pass it on to their descendants

I'm living the Nintendo weekend after weekend, I'm a DJ dealer
Spit my shit under a nickname when the whole club shakes
It's still the cash that gets the herd moving
Not a pen but terror writes the law

We stand in lines voting for assholes, pissing on graves
We burn with love, save little, beg much
We sweat, melt fat behind masks, good day nation
We shoot live shows about how the prime minister wipes his ass with the flag after the anthem

I write this as the city sleeps, still believing it will end funny
Jou and we have the power to suppress aggression with songs
And what if the soldiers have weapons, they can't change what the boys have in their heads, they can't ignite the flame with words

They don't care what worries our youth
And that's what makes the dictator mad, he can't stand that demented state
In the name of Elvis, Hendrix, Jesus Christ
A fist across the ocean foams and rises

I don't expect it to come, it's just left in us
I don't expect it to come if every one of us is just a player
So it will only remain in this world
Because the other world is closing
So find happiness in this sentence
It will no longer be just an idea

I still have it on the hook, I still don't give a damn
Shield to the world from the roof of the barrack
I cut my veins open to my mother's
Basses, snares and kick drums

Smile on my face, noose around my neck
Into the square, rhymes without wrapper
Faker their gold leaf, life is still a bitch
She strips for me, I spank her on the ass

Clean sneakers, torn jeans, glasses
I write lines full of color in this black and white movie
On the beat my name's Wich, fresh
Until it turns us off
No image, we're real
3D, more dope than your dealer

Still the same ones by my side, I sat in my room and dreamed
Exactly about what I'm living now
I still get lost in whiskey and beer
And the next day I look for truth in wine

And I don't wear rose-colored glasses
I only call those same few numbers
I keep shouting: "Fuck the system!"
I can see how they want me to hang

I still know where I came from
Where I'm going and with whom
And that it makes sense

I don't expect it to come, it's just left in us
I don't expect it to come if every one of us is just a player
So it will only remain in this world because the other world is closing
So find happiness in this sentence it will no longer be just an idea