Текст и перевод песни Emkej - Avgusta

Avgusta

Yeah, aha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Pravim folku hvala za
Inspiracijo.
Yeah

Ne misli da bom tiho zarad bilo čega, pride ziher dan,
Ko mam pun kufer vsega. Pa se vlovim v razmišljanju neki globoko,
Si mislim kdo leti visoko kdo se je zaradi koga joko.
Kdo je s kom poko in kdo mi gre na roko,
Kdo bo dal roko in kdo gre raje v rokota.
Eni lažejo bolj od čokota, tak da sami sebi verjamejo, sramota
Eni ne spoštujejo sebe, drugi spoštujejo naravo,
So vege. Pol maš tu še tretje ko se jim za vse jebe
Prasice dede,
Ko so pičke pa jim sedejo špike,
Vse bi nardila da se uvali, kot pravi Nipke
Overdose tipe, ko še kuj žerejo tripe.
Spremenili punčke v svije, v LJ jim pravijo cipe
Mlade mamice podlegle bleferom, zaj se nastavlajo na tenisu trenerom

Eni mi odprejo usta
Eni mi nabijejo na čustva
Eni me zmrazijo tud avgusta, ko jih čujem se mi res repat lušta.

Zravnali graffiti place za novo stolpnico.
Ne it poleti čez cesto na obisk v bolnico.
Posebej če je vroče in si švicn glih,
Ker je šel keš za klimo mimo, pa majo samo prepih
Zamenjali župana folk še kr kičmo lama,
Pravo sliko vidiš če odkropaš z Instagrama
Vsi so organizatorji delajo festivale,
Vabijo folk, se grebejo za pare, budale
Akcije povsod, vsaka reklama nas šopa,
Dejansko je vse duplo dražje odkar smo Evropa
Več popa, več pompa, več joka dajte mi.
Pravijo postan ti sam, a nevejo kaj bi bli
Šopajo nas čisto vsi TV-ji, cajtngi,
če to ne kontaš pubec ti nekdo stoji na lajtngi

Eni mi odprejo usta
Eni mi nabijejo na čustva
Eni me zmrazijo tud avgusta, ko jih čujem se mi res repat lušta.

In upam, da kontaš kaj refren pove. Ne se zaletet v nekaj,
če neveš zakaj se gre. Ne bit pametn,
Ne razlagat drugim kaki majstor si, pravi majstori saj veš
Boljše bit Frank v začetku ko na koncu Niki.
Upam da nikol nea vidim svoje face v trafiki
Big up za pubece, ko jim ni vse ruganje,
Ko razumejo kurbanje, groovanje, pluvanje
To je za folk, ko konta zakaj motam konstantno,
Za ljudi ki znajo ignorirat, če je nekaj nerelevantno.
Za vsaki band in vsako bando, ki reže v uhe ko Van Gogh
Samo bog, da eni ostajajo zvesti sebi.
Mam prijatle, ko puno keša niti meli ne bi
Čas je da pogruntate da sem MC in da ko repam nea kuj nekaj govorim

Eni mi odprejo usta
Eni mi nabijejo na čustva
Eni me zmrazijo tud avgusta, ko jih čujem se mi res repat lušta.

August

Yeah, aha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

We're saying thanks to folk for
Inspiration
Yeah

Don't think I'll be quiet because of anything, for sure the day will come,
When I'm fed up with everything. And I get lost in some deep thoughts,
Thinking who's flying high, who's yoked because of whom.
Who's cool with whom and who's on my side,
Who'll give me a hand and who'd rather go to jail.
Some lie more than chocolate, so they believe themselves, shame
Some don't respect themselves, others respect nature,
Are vegan. Then you have the third kind who don't give a damn about anything,
Grandpa's piglets,
When they are chicks, they get spiked,
Would do anything to hook up, as Nipke says
Overdose type, when they even eat shrooms.
Turned chicks into pigs, in Ljubljana they call them shoes
Young mothers succumbed to bluffers, now they are setting their sights on tennis coaches

Some make me speechless
Some get on my nerves
Some make me shiver even in August, when I hear them, I really feel like rapping.

They leveled graffiti places for a new skyscraper.
Don't cross the street to visit the hospital in summer.
Especially if it's hot and you're all sweaty,
Because the cash for air conditioning went missing, and they only have a draft
They changed the mayor, people are still lame,
You see the real picture if you disconnect from Instagram
Everyone is an organizer, they do festivals,
Invite people, grab money, fools
Sales everywhere, every advertisement is stuffing us,
Actually everything is twice as expensive since we are Europe
More pop, more pomp, more crying give me.
They say be yourself, but they don't know what they would be
All the TVs and newspapers are stuffing us,
If you don't get it, kid, someone is standing on your lightning

Some make me speechless
Some get on my nerves
Some make me shiver even in August, when I hear them, I really feel like rapping.

And I hope you get what the chorus says. Don't rush into something,
If you don't know what it's about. Don't be smart,
Don't tell others what a master you are, you know the real masters
Better to be Frank in the beginning than Niki in the end.
I hope I never see my face in a kiosk
Big up to the youngsters who don't think it's all nagging,
Who understand sacrifice, grooving, spitting
This is for folks who get why I'm constantly rolling,
For people who know how to ignore, if something is irrelevant.
For every band and every crew, cutting into ears like Van Gogh
Just god, that some remain true to themselves.
I have friends, who wouldn't even have a lot of cash
It's time you figured out that I'm an MC and that when I rap I'm not just talking about something

Some make me speechless
Some get on my nerves
Some make me shiver even in August, when I hear them, I really feel like rapping.