Текст и перевод песни Jananas - Raut

Raut

Říká, že dáme jen mojito
A doufá, že by snad moh i to.
Že ho po tom mojitu pozvu k sobě do bytu
Ah
Po Stelle do postele
Stop, je dopito.
Je dohráno, je ráno.
Nohama stírám rosu na kolejích,
Když na tramvaj čekám
Přečtu si denní tisk a zjistím, kdo se to ke mně tisk.
Sněd toho kilo, ale váží cent
Váží si ho všichni tady, je to producent.
Kolem sladký i kyselý tváře
Tučný úlovky pro novináře,
Co na červeným koberci loví herce,
Na stříbrným podnosu koule a kosočtverce.
Frekvence vysoká, megaherzů spousta,
Jsou tu šťavnatý sousta.
Ten je Ing a ten je punk,
Ten je jin a ten je jang.
Ten je in a ten je out,
Tak si ulov sousto svý
Tohle je raut.
Každej spočítat umí si,
Kdo bude první u mísy.
Krmit se nechá,
Kdekdo spěchá
A vyzkouší hned
Indický bufet i na záchodě fet.
Přijela módní policie, uí uí,
Hovoru látka jsou textilie
Kdo je kokot Chanel a kdo kokot flanel,
řeší se haute couture, oui, oui.
Je to procesí, ženy neurčitých profesí se vyjadřují k tomu,
Jak jim je s novými ňadry, kdo má jaký hadry,
čím maj′ narvaný skříně,
I když se stejně všichni voblíkaj' v Číně.
Ten je jin a ten je jang,
Ten je Ing a ten je punk.
Ten je in a ten je out,
Tak si ulov sousto svý
Tohle je raut,
Z kterýho se každej nají,
Z týhle večeře všecky kasty něco mají.
Média se přiživí na tom, co hodí vipky,
Dostane se na všecky a ty si dej zbytky.
Dej si tu hostinu ubohou
Z toho co média vyplivnou, skoč na špek.
Na kachnu sólokapra, plátky a listy,
V neděli máš je i s přílohou.
Ráno z novin hltáš,
Co kde jedli včera.
Říkáš "Je to nechutný"
A stejně jim to baštíš,
Pikantní zprávy z papíru kdekdo snídá,
Co večeřela vyšší společenská třída,
Co večeřela vyšší společenská třída.
Dej si to mojito,
Který už nedopiju,
Až přijde novinářská vlčí smečka
A jejich intervieeeeeeeew.
Ten je in a ten je out,
Ten je zlosyn a ten skaut.
Ten dobře zná svůj pin a ten jen bong,
Hraje se slovní ping pong a drink je long.
Ten je up a ten je down,
Ten je chlap a ten jen klaun.
Ten pije gin a ten jen stout.
Tak si ulov sousto,
Tohle je raut.
Tak si ulov sousto svý,
Tohle je raut.

Reception

She says we'll just have a mojito
And hopes that maybe I will too.
That after this mojito, I'll invite her to my apartment
Ah
From Stella to bed
Stop, it's finished.
It's over, it's morning.
I wipe the dew off the rails with my feet,
As I wait for the tram
I read the daily press and find out who's pressing up against me.
He ate a kilo of it, but weighs a cent
Everyone here respects him, he's a producer.
Sweet and sour faces around
Fat catches for journalists,
Who hunt actors on the red carpet,
Balls and diamonds on a silver platter.
High frequency, lots of megahertz,
There are juicy morsels here.
He's an engineer and he's a punk,
He's yin and he's yang.
He's in and he's out,
So grab your bite
This is a reception.
Everyone can count,
Who will be first at the bowl.
Let yourself be fed,
Everyone's in a hurry
And try it right away
Indian buffet and even smack in the bathroom.
The fashion police arrived, wee woo,
The talk of the town is textiles
Who's a Chanel asshole and who's a flannel asshole,
haute couture is being discussed, oui, oui.
It's a procession, women of indefinite professions are expressing themselves,
How they feel with their new boobs, who has what clothes,
what their closets are stuffed with,
Even though everyone dresses in China anyway.
He's yin and he's yang,
He's an engineer and he's a punk.
He's in and he's out,
So grab your bite
This is a reception,
From which everyone will eat,
All castes have something from this dinner.
The media feeds on what the VIPs throw,
It gets to everyone and you get the leftovers.
Have that poor feast
From what the media spits out, jump on the bandwagon.
On duck, solo carp, slices and leaves,
On Sunday you have them with a side dish.
In the morning you devour from the newspapers,
What they ate where yesterday.
You say "It's disgusting"
And you eat it anyway,
Spicy news from the paper everyone has for breakfast,
What the upper class had for dinner,
What the upper class had for dinner.
Have that mojito,
Which I won't finish,
When the pack of wolves comes
And their intervieeeeeeeew.
He's in and he's out,
He's a villain and he's a scout.
He knows his pin well and he just knows bong,
Word ping pong is being played and the drink is long.
He's up and he's down,
He's a man and he's just a clown.
He drinks gin and he just drinks stout.
So grab a bite,
This is a reception.
So grab your bite,
This is a reception.