Текст и перевод песни Django Reinhardt - Stompin' at Decca

Stompin' at Decca

Kad sam bio mladji, pricali su bicu nitkov,
Jer sam mnogo vario, jer sam mnogo cirko.
Jer se nisam javljo nikom, majka pita " Gde li je? "
Sa 12 dina nas'o se unutar celije.
Bili smo deca i prvo smo se usrali,
A posle smo na kvarno panduru u kapu pljuckali,
Uvece me pustili, batine od lece,
Komsije i susedi me smatrali za smece.
Jebes to! Sve manje sam se igro,
Matoroj sam kurvi prozor polomio ciglom.
Zbog tresanja, ona i njen jebac su me tukli,
A ja brao sam kod nje, jer nisam imo kes da kupim.
Jer bio sam klinac iz susedne garnisere,
Al nikad nikom nisam, pustao da mi sere.
Krao pljuge leci, po rupama se steko,
Popijemo pivo, onda prebijemo nekog...

Ovo ide za svu nasu geto decu,
Sto rasli su ko mi, na ovom ludom mestu...
Budi jak! Ne dozvoli da te slome,
Pokazi im da vredis tako sto ces biti covek.

Ovo ide za svu nasu geto decu,
Sto ne znaju ni ko su, a jos manje znaju gde su.
Budi jak! Ne dozvoli da te slome,
Pokazi im da vredis tako sto ces biti covek.

Pravio sam sranja, al nikada bez obraza,
Nekad bio alav, al nikada bezobrazan.
Stariji su rekli dobar sam i onda sam,
Lutao sa njima ko po pustinji bez kompasa...
Hteo sam ko oni da imam, kola, picke,
Pa muvali smo klinkice, krali neke fice.
Palili na zice, vozili po kraju malo,
Nemam kes za corbu, pa ga ostavimo kad bi stao.
I stalno. Po igraonicama, kladionicama,
Najveca sranja, pravili po ucionicama.
Palili smo zavese, busili plafone,
Pola brace izbaceno iz osnovne skole.
I da sam bio najgori, mozda neko reci ce,
Al ne mogu me izbace kad imo sam sve petice.
Kevi rekli: " Gospodjo, ovu skolu proci ce,
Al ceo zivot bice samo delikvent i probisvet"

Ovo ide za svu nasu geto decu,
Sto rasli su ko mi, na ovom ludom mestu...
Budi jak! Ne dozvoli da te slome,
Pokazi im da vredis tako sto ces biti covek.

Ovo ide za svu nasu geto decu,
Sto ne znaju ni ko su, a jos manje znaju gde su.
Budi jak! Ne dozvoli da te slome,
Pokazi im da vredis tako sto ces biti covek.

Keva se pravila da ne zna, ali znala je
Zasto svakih pola sata, izlazim napolje,
Znala je da valjam jer, dok slagala je ves,
Iz pregrade sa carapama ispao je kes.
FUCK THAT, bio sam ljut na svet,
Snimo prvi rep, u kucnom studiu za ket.
Pio alkohol ko nista, stuko radze celu flajku,
Dva dana povraco krv i siso sapun.
Shvatio sam ako tako nastavim da mozda,
Zbog nekog sitnog sranja mogu da zaglavim tvorza.
Pred toga neke vrlo zajebane glave,
Bi mogle eto tako cev na celo da mi stave.
Postao sam covek, vidim da me ljudi cene,
Al znajuci mi narav, ko je verovo u mene.
I pored toga dalje furam neke stare navike
Al ne da kradem patike il cukam trafike.

REF
Ovo ide za svu nasu geto decu,
Sto rasli su ko mi, na ovom ludom mestu...
Budi jak! Ne dozvoli da te slome,
Pokazi im da vredis tako sto ces biti covek.

Ovo ide za svu nasu geto decu,
Sto ne znaju ni ko su, a jos manje znaju gde su.
Budi jak! Ne dozvoli da te slome,
Pokazi im da vredis tako sto ces biti covek.

Stompin' at Decca

When I was younger, they said I'd be a good-for-nothing,
Because I fooled around a lot, because I messed around a lot.
Because I didn't answer to anyone, my mother asked "Where is he?"
With 12 dinars, I found myself inside a cell.
We were kids and we were scared at first,
And then we secretly spat in the cop's hat,
They let me go in the evening, a beating from the doctor,
Neighbors and residents considered me trash.
Fuck that! I played less and less,
I broke the window of an old whore with a brick.
Because of the shaking, she and her lover beat me,
And I stole from her, because I didn't have the cash to buy.
Because I was a kid from the neighboring garrison,
But I never let anyone, shit on me.
I stole cigarettes from the doctor, hid in the holes,
We'd drink beer, then beat someone up...

This goes out to all our ghetto kids,
Who grew up like me, in this crazy place...
Be strong! Don't let them break you,
Show them you're worth it by being a man.

This goes out to all our ghetto kids,
Who don't even know who they are, let alone where they are.
Be strong! Don't let them break you,
Show them you're worth it by being a man.

I did shit, but never without shame,
Sometimes I was greedy, but never rude.
The elders said I was good and then,
I wandered with them like in a desert without a compass...
I wanted to have like them, cars, chicks,
So we chatted up girls, stole some Fiats.
Hotwired them, drove around the neighborhood a bit,
Didn't have cash for gas, so we'd leave it when it stopped.
And constantly. In arcades, betting shops,
We did the biggest shit, in classrooms.
We burned curtains, drilled ceilings,
Half the brothers expelled from elementary school.
And if I was the worst, maybe someone will say,
But they couldn't kick me out when I had all A's.
They told my mom: "Madam, he'll pass this school,
But his whole life he'll just be a delinquent and a scoundrel"

This goes out to all our ghetto kids,
Who grew up like me, in this crazy place...
Be strong! Don't let them break you,
Show them you're worth it by being a man.

This goes out to all our ghetto kids,
Who don't even know who they are, let alone where they are.
Be strong! Don't let them break you,
Show them you're worth it by being a man.

Mom pretended not to know, but she knew
Why I go out every half hour,
She knew I was dealing because, while she was folding laundry,
Cash fell out of the sock compartment.
FUCK THAT, I was angry at the world,
Recorded my first rap, in a home studio for a hundred.
I drank alcohol like nothing, chugged a whole bottle of brandy,
I vomited blood for two days and sucked on soap.
I realized that if I keep going like this, maybe,
I could get stuck in jail for some petty shit.
Before that, some very fucked up heads,
Could just like that put a bullet in my head.
I became a man, I see that people appreciate me,
But knowing my nature, who believed in me.
And despite that, I still follow some old habits
But not to steal sneakers or rob kiosks.

CHORUS
This goes out to all our ghetto kids,
Who grew up like me, in this crazy place...
Be strong! Don't let them break you,
Show them you're worth it by being a man.

This goes out to all our ghetto kids,
Who don't even know who they are, let alone where they are.
Be strong! Don't let them break you,
Show them you're worth it by being a man.