Текст и перевод песни Edo Maajka - Gube Se

Gube Se

Jedi!

Rat je gotov i preživjeli su poraženi (preživjeli su poraženi)
Nema nas mnogo, al' puno ih što su zaraženi (puno ih što su zaraženi)
Virus ušo im u pore i lako su nadraženi (lako su nadraženi)
Iste biraju, a dok biraju znaju da su odrađeni (znaju da su odrađeni)

Oni što najviše lažu, najbolje budu nagrađeni (najbolje budu nagrađeni)
Politika im je, "Najbolje je da smo sagrađeni" (najbolje je da smo sagrađeni)
Virus radi svoje, na kraju su iznenađeni (na kraju su iznenađeni)
Što izbori su gotovi, a preživjeli su poraženi

Yeah, Božo i Billain
Štrajk mozga
Studio Morris
FM JAM
Glavata na mikrofonu
Mir, ljubav, poštovanje
Slušaj

Gube se neki, ali čaršija se ne da
Ponavljam ko mantru, ko fol pozitivno gledam
Čuvam istinu u sebi, care, ne mogu to priznat
Onih koji znaju nije bilo manje nikad

I nije da su tiši, to je prije bio slučaj
Jednostavno sve ih manje, idi na cestu, slušaj
Jednostavno, to je stanje, idi vrata zaključaj
Svaki drugi ključa, svako večer neka tuča

Gube se, gube se, gube se, srce mi puca
Zatucanost sa svih strana u mozak nas tuca
Gubimo svi redom, care, nema potrebe za suca
Znanje oslobađa, kod nas znanje, care, muca

Ljudi se boje znanja, kod nas to vodi u sranja
Samo glupom podilazi i doći ćeš do poštovanja
Jest da globalno si na nivou majmuna, banana
Al' u čaršiji te vole, za njih si Obama

Gube se, gube se, a kad im kažeš nešto, onda ljute se
Gube se, gube se, dosta su spavali, vrijeme je da bude se, halo
Gube se, gube se, a kad im kažeš nešto, onda ljute se
Gube se, gube se, dosta su spavali, vrijeme je da bude se, ajde

Čaršije se trude da postoje barem vizualno
Fasade im nove, al' intelekt je više virtualno
E-novine, Radiosarajevo.ba
U poplavi žutila sigurna su ova dva

I par blogova, ostali su na nivou robova
Podilaze i svoje znanje drže ispod stolova
Džabe fakulteti bez misaonih tokova
Prvo režu stabla, onda žale zbog godova

Žališ pičko, žališ, ma, ne žalim, matere mi
Piso bi ja istinu, al' neću da zahatere mi
Jebo odgovornost, to je urednički ponos
Podilaženje pruža, care, stalni radni odnos

Podilazi, podilazi, istinu obilazi
Dijete vidi, radi isto, pa se deru "Kilav si"
Zbunjeno je dijete, istina mu se omakla
Čaršija se ne da, al' su joj noge od stakla

Gube se, gube se, a kad im kažeš nešto, onda ljute se
Gube se, gube se, dosta su spavali, vrijeme je da bude se, halo
Gube se, gube se, a kad im kažeš nešto, onda ljute se
Gube se, gube se, dosta su spavali, vrijeme je da bude se, ajde

Kameni spavači (gube se, gube se), a oni su igrači
Kad nestane nam hljeba (gube se, gube se), neka jedu se kolači
Mi smo kameni spavači (gube se, gube se), a oni su igrači
Kad nestane nam hljeba (gube se, gube se), neka jedu se glasači

Jedi, jedi
Jedi, jedi
Eno ga glasač, jedi
(Gube se, gube se)

They're Lost

Eat!

The war is over and the survivors are defeated (the survivors are defeated)
There aren't many of us, but many are infected (many are infected)
The virus entered their pores and they're easily irritated (easily irritated)
They choose the same ones, and while choosing, they know they're being played (they know they're being played)

Those who lie the most are rewarded the best (rewarded the best)
Their policy is, "It's best that we're built" (it's best that we're built)
The virus does its thing, in the end they're surprised (in the end they're surprised)
That the elections are over, and the survivors are defeated

Yeah, Božo and Billain
Brain strike
Studio Morris
FM JAM
Glavata on the microphone
Peace, love, respect
Listen

Some are getting lost, but the town doesn't give up
I repeat it like a mantra, as if I'm looking at it positively
I keep the truth inside me, man, I can't admit it
There have never been fewer of those who know

And it's not that they're quieter, that used to be the case
There are simply fewer of them, go to the street, listen
It's simple, that's the state of things, go lock your door
Every other one is boiling, every night there's a fight

They're getting lost, getting lost, getting lost, my heart is breaking
Narrow-mindedness from all sides is beating us in the brain
We're all losing, man, there's no need for a judge
Knowledge liberates, here knowledge, man, stutters

People are afraid of knowledge, here it leads to shit
Just pander to the stupid and you'll get respect
Yes, globally you're at the level of a monkey, bananas
But in the town they love you, for them you're Obama

They're getting lost, getting lost, and when you tell them something, they get angry
They're getting lost, getting lost, they've slept enough, it's time to wake up, hello
They're getting lost, getting lost, and when you tell them something, they get angry
They're getting lost, getting lost, they've slept enough, it's time to wake up, come on

The towns are trying to exist at least visually
Their facades are new, but the intellect is more virtual
E-newspapers, Radiosarajevo.ba
In the flood of yellowness, these two are safe

And a few blogs, the rest are at the level of slaves
They pander and keep their knowledge under the table
Universities are useless without thought processes
First they cut down trees, then they lament the rings

You're lamenting, bitch, you're lamenting, I'm not lamenting, I swear
I would write the truth, but I don't want them to hate me
Fuck responsibility, that's editorial pride
Pandering provides, man, permanent employment

Pander, pander, bypass the truth
The child sees, does the same, and they yell "You're clumsy"
The child is confused, the truth slipped out
The town doesn't give up, but its legs are made of glass

They're getting lost, getting lost, and when you tell them something, they get angry
They're getting lost, getting lost, they've slept enough, it's time to wake up, hello
They're getting lost, getting lost, and when you tell them something, they get angry
They're getting lost, getting lost, they've slept enough, it's time to wake up, come on

Stone sleepers (they're getting lost, they're getting lost), and they are the players
When we run out of bread (they're getting lost, they're getting lost), let them eat cake
We are stone sleepers (they're getting lost, they're getting lost), and they are the players
When we run out of bread (they're getting lost, they're getting lost), let them eat voters

Eat, eat
Eat, eat
There's a voter, eat
(They're getting lost, they're getting lost)