Текст и перевод песни Laze - Budak

Budak

Kaos masih bagus beli lagi dari butik
Kita macam stalker tren dia selalu kita ikuti
Bukan kolektor keramik tapi masih beli Gucci
Armani beli lagi habis tiga kali cuci

Punya seorang istri dan seorang anak laki
Dengan wanita muda ia melangkahkan kaki
Masuk ke dalam hotel dan ketahuan massa
Baju masih kering tapi ia tertangkap basah

Mall macam gereja ia kesana tiap minggu
Diskon dari gerai baju itulah yang ia tunggu
Gesek kartu kredit macam ia punya uang
Tiap akhir bulan dikejar kejar penagih hutang

Karyawan yang rajin ia tidak pernah bolos
Bagai baju tanpa motif karena ia masih polos
Jadi bahan ejekan ia tak pernah lolos
Bahkan ia dipanggil oleh bos dengan kata budak

Budak
Budak
Budak
Budak

Ia seorang musisi dengan kualitas
Dan baru tanda tangani kontrak rekaman di kertas
Namun ia telah korbankan, segala bakat
Agar bisa lebih dikenal oleh masyarakat

Perempuan manis kulit putih mulus
Tapi sekolah dan cintanya, sama sama putus
Ia bersama seoarang mata keranjang
Demi harta ia mau naik ke ranjang

Macam tv jaman dulu dia putih abu abu
Di kelab pada malam sabtu ia masih ragu ragu
Minum alkohol dan ikut berpesta ria
Agar popular seperti majalah pria

Ibu pejuang kerja di negeri seberang
Dengan seorang majikan jahat yang selalu berang
Macam granat perang emosinya meledak
Karena majikannya panggil dia dengan kata budak

Budak
Budak
Budak
Budak

Slave

Your clothes are still good, but you buy more from the boutique
We're like fashion stalkers, we always follow the trends
We're not ceramic collectors, but we still buy Gucci
Armani, buy again, wash three times

I have a wife and a son
With a younger woman, he started walking
He went into a hotel and was caught by the crowd
His clothes were still dry, but he got caught in the rain

The mall is like a church, he goes there every week
Discounts on clothes are what he waits for
He swipes his credit card like he has money
At the end of every month, he's chased by debt collectors

He's a diligent employee, he never skips work
He's like a shirt without a pattern, because he's still innocent
He's the butt of jokes, he never gets away
Even his boss calls him a slave

Slave
Slave
Slave
Slave

He's a musician with a lot of talent
And he just signed a record deal
But he has sacrificed everything, his talent
Just to be more famous to the public

A sweet, fair-skinned girl
But her studies and her love life, both ended
She's with a womanizer
She'd sleep with him for money

Like an old TV, she's black and white
At a club on Saturday night, she's still hesitant
She drinks alcohol and parties
To be popular like a men's magazine

A struggling mother working abroad
With a cruel employer who's always angry
Like a grenade, her emotions explode
Because her employer calls her a slave

Slave
Slave
Slave
Slave