Текст и перевод песни Djecaci - Zoni Ti Si Lud

Zoni Ti Si Lud

Zoni miksa album od Rađe
Svi ga pitaju kad će, on kaže
Sad će, i tako godinu dana
Miksa Rađu ne izlazi iz stana
Vidimo ga samo na probi, kad
Se putuje na nastup on uđe u kombi
Pa izvadi laptop da nastavi miksat
Stavi sluše da ne čuje ništa
Dok miksa, novu verziju kiksa
Kiks to je pisma sa Rađinog albuma
Kojeg još niko nije čua
Zato šta ga zoni doma EQ-a
Sa plug-inom od J.J. Puiga
Šta blješti, svitli i žmiga
Pa pojede rama više od po giga
A rađa se oženia i nije ga briga
Kakav je zvuk i zvučna slika
Treći dječaci neće izać nikad
Svi zovemo zonija šta ti je prika
Amo radit pjesme, prestani miksat
Ali ne može prestat
Samo se okrene i nastavi klikat
Sluša jedan te isti sample u loop
Po miljunti put maci ti si lud

Maci, jesi si lud
Samo miksaš, samo miksaš
Puka si na zvuk
Samo miksaš, samo miksaš
Miksaš cili dan
Comprеssor, equalizer
Puka si na zvuk
Samo miksaš, samo miksaš
Miksaš cili dan

Snimia sam vers za Rađinu pismu
Godinu jе dana na Zonijevom disku
Info verzija pjesme sa Rađom
Zoni puka otiša svemirskom lađom
U svijet od duhova miksanja izgrađen
Gdje svaki zvuk može bit dorađen
Tamo di posal nije gotov nikad
Jer se cijela zvučna slika
Mijenja svaka četri klika
A vrijeme tik tik tika
Izađe dvjesto pluginova novih
Tretira ih poput sinova svojih
Kupia šest zvučnika novih
I slušalica pomoću kojih mixa
Iznova album koji će slušat dica
Na YouTubeu dok im se krivi vilica
I dok zamišljaju da su u klubu
Mixa i ne jede, sve je bliži rubu
A rađa je odjeba izdavačku kuću
Želi snimat pisme i pušit đuđu

Zoni, ti si lud
Maci, jesi si lud
Samo miksaš, samo miksaš
Miksaš Rađu svaki dan
Puka si na zvuk
Samo miksaš, samo miksaš
Miksaš cili dan
Maci, jesi lud
Samo miksaš, samo miksaš
Miksaš Rađu svaki dan
Puka si na zvuk
Samo miksaš, samo miksaš
Miksaš cili dan

Zoni Ti Si Lud

Zoni is mixing an album by Rađe
Everyone asks him when it will be ready, he says
Soon, and it has been a year
He mixes Rađe and doesn't leave the house
We only see him at rehearsals, when
He gets in the van to go to the gig
And takes out his laptop to continue mixing
He puts on his headphones so he doesn't hear anything
While he mixes, he screws up the new version
The f***-up is a letter from Rađe's album
Which no one has heard yet
Because Zoni is equalizing it at home
With a plug-in from J.J. Puig
What glitters, shines and blinks
Eats up more than half a gigabyte of RAM
And Rađa gets married and doesn't care
What the sound and sound image are like
The third boys will never come out
We all call Zoni what's wrong with you
Come on and work on the songs, stop mixing
But he can't stop
He just turns around and keeps clicking
Listening to the same sample in a loop
For the millionth time you're crazy

You're crazy
You just mix, you just mix
You're obsessed with sound
You just mix, you just mix
You mix all day long
Compressor, equalizer
You're obsessed with sound
You just mix, you just mix
You mix all day long

I wrote a verse for a Rađe's song
It's been on Zoni's hard drive for a year
The demo version of the song with Rađa
Zoni disappeared, went into space
Into a world of mixing, made of spirits
Where every sound can be perfect
There where the job is never finished
Because the whole sound image
Changes every four clicks
And time goes tick tock
Two hundred new plugins come out
He treats them like his own sons
He buys six new speakers
And headphones to mix with
He mixes again the album that the children will listen to
On YouTube while their jaw drops
And while they imagine they are in a club
He mixes and doesn't eat, he's getting closer to the edge
Meanwhile Rađa has ditched the record label
He wants to record songs and smoke weed

Zoni, you're crazy
You're crazy
You just mix, you just mix
You mix Rađe every day
You're obsessed with sound
You just mix, you just mix
You mix all day long
You're crazy
You just mix, you just mix
You mix Rađe every day
You're obsessed with sound
You just mix, you just mix
You mix all day long