Текст и перевод песни George Balga - Abrakadabra (feat. Empo)

Abrakadabra (feat. Empo)

Oh
Zas som stretol nejakých ľudí, čo mi tlačili do hlavy
Že ten život bude lepší vďaka znameniam
Zase počúvam tie reči, čaja ma ide presvedčiť
Čítať horoskop je šanca, že to skúsiť mám

Áno verím na osud, a keď som stúpil na kosu
Tak mesiac dávno nesvietil a hviezdy boli trochu krivo (wo)
Okay daj mi narkózu a budem naveky tvoj sluha
Červená šnúrka na ruke, zo satanom to je dzivo

Stop!
Nebudem žrať tie kraviny a vaše čary z dediny
Si nechajte pre vnukov, dcéry (ne)
Stop!
Nebudem ja ten naivný a nechcem spraviť krok do tmy
Ja viem, v čo verím (viem v čo verím)

Aj keď výsledky nevidím hneď
Boh není na nich závislý a to čo mi chce poslať tak to príde (tak to príde)
A ja stojím iba na skale a nenechám sa pohltiť
Nepchajte mi do ruky lístky na pekelný výlet

Mágia je blato, nie biela ani čierna
Mlčať že je zlato, ste satanova zberba
Každá jedna veštica a všetky vaše čary
Ja verím iba Kristovi, v ňom sa mi nonstop darí

Mágia je blato, nie biela ani čierna
Mlčať že je zlato, ste satanova zberba
Každá jedna veštica a všetky vaše čary
Ja verím iba Kristovi, v ňom sa mi nonstop darí

Trochu mi to pripomína starých Izraelitov (aha)
Ktorí mali síce Boha, no od iných národov
Nachytali veľkú kopu veľmi škaredých zvykov (woo)
Celý príbeh modloslužby ide druhou Kronickou

A my ako kresťania, čo sme pôvodní Slovania
Si prestaňme klamať, že nás sa to netýka
Možno Boha poznáme, no zvykov plná knižnica (ey)
Ktoré nikto neskúma, veď to je tradícia

No nech nikto netvrdí, že takto to je v pohode (nope)
Keď sa na deti pľuje a k tomu dodá pre šťastie
Keď namiesto modlitby máš šnúrky po celej ruke
Že vraj tomu neveríš, no treba kvôli istote (ha)

Ale Boh ti nepomôže, keď utekáš aj ku modle
A popri tom ustráchane, hľadáš uňho cesty svoje (ey)
Kristus čaká, zatiaľ čo ty robíš si potajme zoči (ey)
Kde je tvoja viera, keď musíš takto otročiť (ha)

Mágia je blato nie biela ani čierna
Mlčať že je zlato, ste satanova zberba
Každá jedna veštica a všetky vaše čary
Ja verím iba Kristovi, v ňom sa mi nonstop darí

Mágia je blato nie biela ani čierna
Mlčať že je zlato, ste satanova zberba
Každá jedna veštica a všetky vaše čary
Ja verím iba Kristovi, v ňom sa mi nonstop darí

Možno sme sa v tejto skladbe vyjadrili veľmi tvrdo
Vieme o tom a urobili sme to len preto, lebo biblia
Sa k spomínaným praktikám stavia veľmi jasne a striktne
Boh si to vyslovene nepraje a odmieta to
Ak by predsa boli len nejaké pochybnosti
Prečítajte si knihu Exodus, dvadsiatu kapitolu, prvý až šiesty verš (peace)

Abrakadabra (feat. Empo)

Oh
Once again, I've encountered some people, who keep trying to convince me
That life will be better, thanks to omens
Once again, I'm listening to this nonsense, they want to persuade me
That reading horoscopes is a chance, that I should give it a try

Yes, I believe in destiny, and when I stepped on a scythe
The moon hadn't shone in ages, and the stars were slightly crooked (wo)
Okay, give me some anesthesia, and I'll be your servant forever
A red string on my wrist, the devil's got me good with this

Stop!
I'm not going to swallow this garbage, and your village spells
You keep it for your grandchildren, daughters (no)
Stop!
I won't be the naive one, and I don't want to take a step into the darkness
I know what I believe in (I know what I believe in)

Even if I fail to see the results right away
God does not depend on them, and what he wants to send me, he will (so it comes)
And I just stand on the rock, and I won't let myself get engulfed
Don't shove tickets to a hellish trip into my hand

Magic is mud, not white nor black
Keeping silent is gold, you're satan's rabble
Every single fortune teller, and all your spells
I only believe in Christ, with him I thrive, nonstop

Magic is mud, not white nor black
Keeping silent is gold, you're satan's rabble
Every single fortune teller, and all your spells
I only believe in Christ, with him I thrive, nonstop

It reminds me a bit of the old Israelites (aha)
Who, while they had God, took on
A great heap of really nasty habits from other nations (woo)
The whole story of idolatry is in Second Chronicles

And we as Christians, who are original Slavs
Let's stop lying to ourselves, that this doesn't apply to us
Maybe we know God, but our habits are a full library (ey)
Which no one investigates, because that's tradition

But let no one claim, that this is okay (nope)
When people spit on children, and add "for good luck" to it
When instead of prayer, you have strings all over your hands
That you supposedly don't believe in, but you need them for reassurance (ha)

But God won't help you, when you run to an idol as well
And timidly, search for your path with him (ey)
Christ waits, while you secretly do your thing (ey)
Where's your faith, when you have to slave away like this (ha)

Magic is mud, not white nor black
Keeping silent is gold, you're satan's rabble
Every single fortune teller, and all your spells
I only believe in Christ, with him I thrive, nonstop

Magic is mud, not white nor black
Keeping silent is gold, you're satan's rabble
Every single fortune teller, and all your spells
I only believe in Christ, with him I thrive, nonstop

Perhaps we have expressed ourselves very harshly in this song
We know this, and we did it only because the Bible
Takes a very clear and strict stance against the practices mentioned
God expressly does not desire it and rejects it
If there should be any doubts
Read the book of Exodus, chapter twenty, verses one through six (peace)