Текст и перевод песни Dame - Je Mi to Lúto / Málo

Je Mi to Lúto / Málo

Je mi to ľúto, že musia klamať keď chcú zaujať a smútok im ide z očí
A ten pocit ako hlúpo sa musíš sám pred sebou
Cítiť keď to vidíš že to zistí niekto iný jak si krivý.
Je mi to ľúto, že musia klamať keď chcú zaujať a smútok im ide z očí
A ten pocit ako hlúpo sa musíš sám pred sebou
Cítiť keď to vidíš že to zistí niekto iný jak si krivý.
Je mi fakt ľúto,
Ľudí čo nevedia dať najavo city, ľudí čo nevedia fakt zaujať ničím.
Tých čo sú ticho,
Pritom dusia v sebe problém, ktorý z hlbky, z nútra o pomoc kričí.
Jeee mi to ľúto, je mi to ľúto, je to paradox, je
Mi ľúto aj tých pár ľudí čo ma zklamalo, vďaka bohu, žial čo
Sa stalo sa stať malo, len škoda že v nich niečo ľudšké skapalo.
Nevešám hlavu, nemám v sebe lútosť, nehcem, idem
Dalej cez ten tieň, viem čo dnes chcem.
Ľúto je že nevedia sa správať s
úctou, vidím čoho sú schopný a je to hnus.
Čo už narobíme, keď nemajú v sebe ten kúsok slusnošti, je mi to ľúto.
No ta lútosť není dobrá emocia, nevadí,
Skus to precítiť a pochop obrana není vždy útok.
Je mi to ľúto, že musia klamať keď chcú zaujať a smútok im ide z očí
A ten pocit ako hlúpo sa musíš sám pred sebou
Cítiť keď to vidíš že to zistí niekto iný jak si krivý.
Je mi to ľúto, že musia klamať keď chcú zaujať a smútok im ide z očí
A ten pocit ako hlúpo sa musíš sám pred sebou
Cítiť keď to vidíš že to zistí niekto iný jak si krivý.
Je mi to ľúto, že ľudia tvária sa čestne, prito
M prejdú po nohách kľudne bratovi, sestre,
Prejdú hoci čo v ceste, keď chcú nahrabať ešte viac.
Škoda že nevedia k sebe aspoň rešpekt mať.
Je mi ľúto,
Že všetci chcú byť tak umelý, každý chce vyzerať ako keby bol gumený.
Pohrdá sa umením, cení sa gýč jak suvenýr.
Je mi to lúto, ale skôr som tým zhnusený
Moja sestra, moja mama robia v kuse ako otrokyne,
Aj tak stále zarobia tak málo, podla dneska, podla teraz,
Podla včera, súdim že niečo není v poriadku s tým naším štátom.
Pokiaľ nehráš proti, nemáš nohy v teple,
Nemaš z čoho vyplatiť ani ten predražený nájom.
Pokial neojebávaš tak nemáš ojebaváť
Seba, necháš touto našou zkurvenou vládou.
Stále tak málo, pritom tak málo by stačilo a nebol by rozdiel medzi
Králom, medzi tým pánom a stádom, týc
H poddaných čo robia do nemoti ako blázon, za pásom.
Stále tak málo, stále tak málo ľudí podporí a málo kto aj
Otvorí, keď klope niekto o pomoc za bránou.
Potom sa čudujeme kto tvorí, drž sa, da
Kým nepostoríš, jak ojebať tak nezarobíš prácou.
Od malička hovoria že máme držať hubu.
Máme sa učiť poslúchať a veriť slubu.
Za mojich 30 rokov nemám pocit žiadnej zmeny.
Prečo by som mal ďalších 30 tomu veriť?
Jebe?!
Keby sa nepostavím, nemám, k
Eby robím to čo treba, tak mám ledva sám pre seba.
Taká rodina ako má matka deťom dávať viac, ako
Má vstávať sa a smiať keď má sama strach.
Z toho že nemá ani to čo má byť
Bežné, je to absurdné, smutné až smiešne.
Preto nemám rešpekt štátu čo vedne.
Svet je v piči ale Slovensko fakt pekne

I Feel Sorry / So Little

I feel sorry that they have to lie when they want to impress, and sadness fills their eyes.
And that feeling of how stupid you must feel in front of yourself
When you see it, that someone else will find out how crooked you are.
I feel sorry that they have to lie when they want to impress, and sadness fills their eyes.
And that feeling of how stupid you must feel in front of yourself
When you see it, that someone else will find out how crooked you are.
I really feel sorry,
For people who can't express their feelings, people who can't truly impress with anything.
Those who are silent,
Yet they suffocate a problem within them, which screams for help from the depths, from within.
I feel so sorry, I feel so sorry, it's a paradox, I
Feel sorry even for those few people who disappointed me, thank God, unfortunately what
Happened had to happen, it's just a pity that something human died in them.
I don't hang my head, I don't have regret in me, I don't want to, I go
Further through that shadow, I know what I want today.
It's a pity they don't know how to behave with
Respect, I see what they are capable of and it's disgusting.
What can we do when they don't have that bit of decency in them, I feel sorry for them.
But that pity is not a good emotion, never mind,
Try to feel it and understand that defense is not always attack.
I feel sorry that they have to lie when they want to impress, and sadness fills their eyes.
And that feeling of how stupid you must feel in front of yourself
When you see it, that someone else will find out how crooked you are.
I feel sorry that they have to lie when they want to impress, and sadness fills their eyes.
And that feeling of how stupid you must feel in front of yourself
When you see it, that someone else will find out how crooked you are.
I feel sorry that people pretend to be honest, while they
Would step on their brother's or sister's feet,
They would cross anything in their path if they wanted to grab even more.
It's a pity they don't even know how to have respect for each other.
I feel sorry,
That everyone wants to be so artificial, everyone wants to look like they're made of rubber.
Art is despised, kitsch is valued like a souvenir.
I feel sorry, but I'm more disgusted by it
My sister, my mother work constantly like slaves,
Yet they still earn so little, according to today, according to now,
According to yesterday, I judge that something is wrong with our state.
Unless you play against it, you don't have your feet warm,
You have nothing to pay even the overpriced rent.
If you don't cheat, you don't have to cheat
Yourself, you let this fucked up government of ours do it.
Still so little, yet so little would be enough and there would be no difference between
The king, between the lord and the herd, those
Subjects who work tirelessly like crazy, behind the belt.
Still so little, still so few people support and few even
Open, when someone knocks for help at the gate.
Then we wonder who creates, hold on, until you
Figure out how to cheat, you won't earn anything by working.
Since childhood, they've told us to keep our mouths shut.
We should learn to obey and believe the promise.
In my 30 years, I don't feel any change.
Why should I believe it for another 30?
Fuck?!
If I don't stand up, I don't have,
If I do what I have to, then I barely have enough for myself.
A family like that has to give more to their children than
She has to get up and laugh when she's scared herself.
From the fact that she doesn't even have what should be
Normal, it's absurd, sad and even funny.
That's why I have no respect for the state that leads it.
The world is fucked up, but Slovakia is really beautiful