Текст и перевод песни Radikal feat. Martina Fabová - Mladý Slovák

Mladý Slovák

Mal 20 rokov, keď dokončil hotelovku,
Maturita v ruke, a tak ešte dolej vodku,
Ranné vytriezvenie, ale hlava plná nádejí,
Nechce dealovať a hustliť ako všetci gauneri.
Chce ísť veľmi na výšku, aj keď nemá kontakty,
Aj keď nemá maminu, čo dá úplatok do kapsy,
Namotaný za knihami, verí v svoje schopnosti,
Skúšky spravil, no aj tak ho neprijali do školy.
Obrovsky sklamaný kráča na úrad práce,
Po neprijatí zaniesť papier, na chuja šťastie,
Musí hľadať vatu, naháňať sa za posratým eurom,
Lebo je zbytočné plakať zase nad rozliatym mliekom.
A tak posiela do každej práce žiadosti,
Lenže zase rozhodujú v prvom rade známosti,
Rodinkárstvo, korupcia – slovenský krvný obraz,
A tak ganjou pokúsi sa rychlo spraviť prvý obrat.
Na všetko budeš sám,
Prestaň sa toho báť,
Skús teraz pevne stáť,
Svet stále patrí nám.
Na všetko budeš sám,
Prestaň sa toho báť,
Skús teraz pevne stáť,
Svet stále patrí nám.
Predával a zásoboval trávou celé sídlisko,
Ilegálna činnosť je pre mladých takto kyslíkom,
Sú to prachy na handry, na život a domácnosť,
Nechce vyciciavať mamu, čo má toho ozaj dosť.
Cestou dostáva od firiem maily bez útechy,
Vraj chcú ľudí s praxou a nie absolventov neskúsených,
človeku už tečú nervy, ako má získať prax,
Keď ju nemá ako získavať, zákonník zlyháva.
A potom naše firmy diskriminujú mladých,
A tí sa radšej zbalia do Londýna a Prahy,
A tak to spraví mladý slovák, skončí s dealovaním,
Za zarobené prachy sa chce radšej rýchlo zbaliť.
Pelikán.sk, smer nový život, Londýn Nitrou,
Radšej byť otrok za 1000, než za dolných 300,
Začiatky sú ťažké, ako by povedal klasik,
V cudzine si navždy cudzinec s Poliakmi, Čechmi, bratmi.
Londýn, Ealing Broadway, druhý domov,
Dvanástky na časy, nočné, žiadny tučný komfort,
Slovensko nechce vidieť, okrem matky nemá dôvod,
Ako sa mu darí, zistíš, keď zistím ďalší rozvoj.
Na všetko budeš sám,
Prestaň sa toho báť,
Skús teraz pevne stáť,
Svet stále patrí nám.
Na všetko budeš sám,
Prestaň sa toho báť,
Skús teraz pevne stáť,
Svet stále patrí nám.

Young Slovak

He was 20 when he finished hotel school,
Diploma in hand, so he downed another vodka,
Morning hangover, but head full of hope,
Doesn't want to deal and hustle like all the crooks.
He wants to go to university, even though he has no connections,
Even though he doesn't have a mom to slip a bribe into someone's pocket,
Engrossed in books, he believes in his abilities,
He passed the exams, but still wasn't accepted into the school.
Hugely disappointed, he walks to the unemployment office,
To submit paperwork after rejection, what shitty luck,
He has to look for a job, chasing after a damn euro,
Because there's no point in crying over spilled milk.
And so he sends applications to every job,
But again, it's connections that decide first and foremost,
Nepotism, corruption - the Slovak blood picture,
And so he tries to make his first turnover quickly with weed.
You'll be on your own for everything,
Stop being afraid of that,
Try to stand firm now,
The world still belongs to us.
You'll be on your own for everything,
Stop being afraid of that,
Try to stand firm now,
The world still belongs to us.
He sold and supplied weed to the whole housing estate,
Illegal activity is like oxygen for young people,
It's money for clothes, for life, and for the household,
He doesn't want to drain his mom, who already has enough on her plate.
Along the way, he receives emails from companies without solace,
They say they want people with experience, not inexperienced graduates,
His nerves are shot, how is he supposed to get experience,
When he has no way to gain it, the law fails.
And then our companies discriminate against the young,
And they'd rather pack their bags for London and Prague,
And so the young Slovak does, he stops dealing,
With the money he earned, he wants to pack his bags quickly.
Pelikan.sk, direction new life, London is Nitra,
Better to be a slave for 1000, than for a measly 300,
The beginnings are hard, as the classic would say,
Abroad, you're forever a foreigner with Poles, Czechs, brothers.
London, Ealing Broadway, second home,
Twelve-hour shifts, nights, no fat comfort,
He doesn't want to see Slovakia, except for his mother, he has no reason,
How he's doing, you'll find out when I find out about further developments.
You'll be on your own for everything,
Stop being afraid of that,
Try to stand firm now,
The world still belongs to us.
You'll be on your own for everything,
Stop being afraid of that,
Try to stand firm now,
The world still belongs to us.