Текст и перевод песни Marcelo - Uskurativna

Uskurativna

Gomila ljudi, cavrljaju kojestarije kao prisni i bliski
A mislim da pizdim od istih i svih tih sminki (sminki)
Ovo su usrani dani k′o da govna padaju sa neba
Sve do krasnog kurca, pa pravim omlet od svog srca
A sa radija svira dance
Neko voli, neko pati, neko placa ceh
"Ljubav uvek, ljubav svuda, ljubav, veruj mi na rec"
Khm-hm, mora biti da sam namcor kad mi je to smor, e...
Namigujem sudbini iz govana do kolena
Pitam se zasto je ova planeta uopste stvorena
Moze li jedinka biti voljena
Jos bolje da istina bude ogoljena
Podnecu ja - ja nemam obichaj da sminkam secanja
Ne idem u diskoteke - tamo rade sabore za gabore
I fancy tabore sto tavore uz naporne zvuke mamurne
Nemam te namere, nek' mi ne zamere kamere
Ne guram teoriju zavere, al′, bre, volim kafane i tambure
Ne gledam ni TV - tamo se sprdaju s' intelektom
Spletkom iz meksichkih serija sto obicno svrsavaju metkom
Hose pederas sto se rodio iz braka sa svojom tetkom
I Teleshop: "Pozovite odmah i cesite muda super-cetkom"
Ne javaljam se ni na mob, k'o fol "Mi smo poznati"
Ma, nismo, samo su ljudima, bre, zivoti dosadni
"Halo je l′ to Marchelo" - "Jok, to je Branko Kockasti
Koj′ me kurac zoves 'fonom privatno, eto ti diskovi i konceti"
Ne trazim ni pravu ljubav, nek′ ona mene nadje
A ja cu vec nekako da se snadjem s' pravcem svoje ladje
Posto mladje ne znaju nista sladje od svadje
A one starije su najcesce pusikarije - od veze samo prave havarije
Imaju bivsih jebaca za tri cele armije, pa ne pitaj sta mi je
K′o "Stranac" Kamijev ne kontam svet sto dat mi je
Glavu savijem ispod kapuljace, nazad u noci besane
U bezdane za stvarnost vezane, ne znam sifru, Sezame.
Da imam barem harem, cilim saren, 40 ortaka
Cup pun blaga, tri zelje, i sve do vraga
Da imam barem harem, al' nemam - u kurac krasan
Ust′o sam na levu nogu i sapleo se o sarkazam.
Da imam barem harem, cilim saren, 40 ortaka
Cup pun blaga, tri zelje, i sve do vraga
Da imam barem harem, al' nemam - u kurac krasan
Ust'o sam na levu nogu...
A vi, zelite li da postanete milioner, ili istinu k′o Molder
Ja bih da heftam dve cice i da me boli za obe
Dok neko roka neko je feler, necija rola su rolna i dim
Neko tripuje da je Mister, a uglavnom je Recycle Bin
Pa pazi dobro gde gazis, pobro svet je u fazi modroj
Djilkosi sa kvazi-modom, nakazni k′o Kvazimodo
Sada su na snazi, otrov je svuda po stazi tvojoj
Pa se pitam je l' nas Bog vajao blatom il′ je koristio govno
Bas je paradoks - ljudi puni govana seru cim zinu
A ostaju puni govana, dzabe deru tisinu
Al' sad je maloumnost u trendu - bar tako to propoveda Dakicka
Imam predlog za grb i himnu na oba Sinana Sakica
A posle svake kupovine uzmite radzu da savest manje grebe
Otkud nam pad nataliteta kad non-stop karamo sami sebe
Danas bi ti samo gej cuvao ledja, preko vatre nas vodaju
Otvorili prozore u svet, al′ nam kuca ima promaju
I cini mi se paranormalno kada imam para normalno
Nije platinasta ploca, al' samo nek′ plati nas ta ploca formalno
Kao baraba, barem barim u baru ribu na ocajno
Providan dribling recima, pa da pocnemo
Ni srce, ni sisa - kroz prazan halter brusim odmazdu
Sminka k'o malter - moz' prstom da lupis tag po obrazu
Rek′o "Vodim te na mesec za medeni mesec i pisem ti pesme"
I serem sve u 16 ako ima sanse da kresnem
Al′ opet paradoks - rasrafljena je da jedva moze sedne
Ipak u nedogled mi deklamuje kodeks neke casne sestre
Rek'o "Aj batali, palim gajbi, pa ti javi da l′ bi 'rac:
Mozda sam i ja nekad zazobzo pszovo sap.
Da imam barem harem, cilim saren, 40 ortaka
Cup pun blaga, tri zelje, i sve do vraga
Da imam barem harem, al′ nemam - u kurac krasan
Ust'o sam na levu nogu i sapleo se o sarkazam.
Da imam barem harem, cilim saren, 40 ortaka
Cup pun blaga, tri zelje, i sve do vraga
Da imam barem harem, al′ nemam - u kurac krasan
Ust'o sam na levu nogu...

Deprived

Crowds of people, chatting nonsense like close friends
And I think I'm going crazy from the same old makeup and tricks (makeup)
These are shitty days, like shit is falling from the sky
Right up to my damn dick, so I'm making an omelet out of my heart
And the radio is playing dance music
Someone loves, someone suffers, someone pays the price
"Love always, love everywhere, love, trust my word"
Khm-hm, I must be a grump if that's a drag, eh...
I wink at fate from knee-deep in shit
I wonder why this planet was even created
Can an individual be loved?
It's better if the truth is laid bare
I'll endure it - I'm not in the habit of sugarcoating memories
I don't go to discos - they hold gatherings for gaffers there
And fancy camps that linger with tiresome hungover sounds
I have no such intentions, let the cameras not hold it against me
I'm not pushing a conspiracy theory, but, man, I love taverns and tambourines
I don't watch TV either - they mock intellect there
With plots from Mexican soap operas that usually end with a bullet
Jose, a faggot who was born from a marriage with his aunt
And Teleshop: "Call now and scratch your balls with a super-brush"
I don't answer my mobile either, like, "We're famous"
Nah, we're not, it's just that people's lives are boring, man
"Hello, is that Marchelo" - "Nope, it's Branko Kockasti
Why the fuck are you calling me privately on the phone, here are the discs and concerts"
I'm not looking for true love either, let it find me
And I'll somehow manage with the direction of my ship
Since the younger ones don't know anything sweeter than a fight
And the older ones are usually sluts - they only create havoc out of relationships
They have enough ex-fuck buddies for three whole armies, so don't ask what's wrong with me
Like Camus' "Stranger", I don't understand the world that was given to me
I bow my head under the hood, back into sleepless nights
Into abysses tied to reality, I don't know the password, Sesame.
If I had at least a harem, a colorful rug, 40 buddies
A cup full of treasure, three wishes, and to hell with everything
If I had at least a harem, but I don't - damn it
I got up on the wrong foot and tripped over sarcasm.
If I had at least a harem, a colorful rug, 40 buddies
A cup full of treasure, three wishes, and to hell with everything
If I had at least a harem, but I don't - damn it
I got up on the wrong foot...
And you, do you want to become a millionaire, or the truth like Mulder
I'd like to nail two chicks and not give a damn about either
While someone rocks, someone is a dud, someone's role is a roll and smoke
Someone trips that he's Mister, but mostly he's Recycle Bin
So watch your step, bro, the world is in a blue phase
Jerks with quasi-fashion, as ugly as Quasimodo
Now they're in power, poison is everywhere on your path
So I wonder if God sculpted us with mud or used shit
It's quite a paradox - people full of shit, shit as soon as they open their mouths
And they remain full of shit, tearing the silence in vain
But now stupidity is trendy - at least that's what Dakicka preaches
I have a suggestion for the coat of arms and anthem on both Sinan Sakic
And after each purchase, take a joint so your conscience scratches less
Where does our declining birth rate come from when we keep fucking ourselves
Today, only a gay would have your back, they lead us over fire
They opened windows to the world, but our house has a draft
And it seems paranormal to me when I have money normally
It's not a platinum record, but just let that record pay us formally
Like a scoundrel, at least I'm hitting on a fish in a bar desperately
A transparent dribbling with words, so let's begin
Neither heart, nor tit - through an empty halter I sharpen my revenge
Makeup like plaster - I can tap a tag on her cheek with my finger
I said, "I'll take you to the moon for our honeymoon and write you poems"
And I'm bullshitting everything in 16 if there's a chance to fuck
But again, a paradox - she's so unscrewed she can barely sit
Yet she endlessly recites to me the code of some nun
I said, "Come on, forget it, I'm lighting a joint, so tell me if you'd like some:
Maybe I too once whispered a sweet nothing in your ear.
If I had at least a harem, a colorful rug, 40 buddies
A cup full of treasure, three wishes, and to hell with everything
If I had at least a harem, but I don't - damn it
I got up on the wrong foot and tripped over sarcasm.
If I had at least a harem, a colorful rug, 40 buddies
A cup full of treasure, three wishes, and to hell with everything
If I had at least a harem, but I don't - damn it
I got up on the wrong foot...