Текст и перевод песни Stoka - Istina

Istina

Istina je ružna, istina je crna, istina boli. Dragi Bože molim te.
Sve je puno debila,
Dobili su lažna krila,
Dobre aute, imovinu,
Nebrojeno puno vila,
Pravda di je bila?
Di se ovo vrijeme krila?
Nestalo u tonama preprodanih kila.
Kol′ko spaljenih žila,
Kemija kaj fila,
Cijela generacija zombija mrtva bez stila.
Radi seke kaj mila,
Cuge kaj se pila,
Pušite si kite više neću svama chillat.
Idem dalje,
Hodam,
Izbjegavam jebene ralje,
I svaki novi korak dolazi još veći zajeb.
Gledam bijedu po cesti,
Ljudi nemaju kaj za jesti,
Krize počinju tresti,
Smrtni uzroci česti.
Strah me uopće sjesti,
Pogledati nove vijesti
Sve se zakompliciralo, postalo jebeno?????
Ljudi kradu i lažu,
Sebi i drugima oći mažu,
Zabijaju noževe u leđa, prodaju lijesove koje važu.
Furaju bijednu garažu,
Kriminalci drže stražu,
Izigrani ljudi čitav život u radnom stažu.
Ukradena prava,
Pozapljenjena trava,
Ubijeni roditelji pored djeteta koji spava.
Mladi ljudi bez stava,
Sodoma, Gomora, strava,
Boja neba siva ni plava
Vulkani i lava.
Bujice šta nose,
Potresi šta prkose,
Nevremena oluja ostavljaju ljude bose.
Epidemije i kuge,
Zamjenili sunce i duge.
Svako gleda svoju guzicu,
Nema brige za druge.
Nema suosječanja,
Samo jebena sranja,
Ubojstva,
Prevare,
Laži,
Izdaje i klanja.
Vidio sam heroje,
Branitelje šta se neboje,
Crven bijel i plav, šta branili su svoje boje.
Sad doom i sami stoje,
Bez ičeg uz paranoje.
A lopovi i šupci sudbine sad im kroje.
Razno razni lažnjaci,
Drže druge u šaci,
Političari,
Kamatari,
Dok netko bombu ne baci.
Onda pljačkaju opaci,
Državu kupuju stranci,
Okovane ruke, nogom i robovi jebeni lanci.
Torture na poslu,
Znam, Ubijstva na stanci.
Prijatelje, neprijatelje, ubojice, znanci.
Svakodnevne afere,
Od kojih mi se riga i sere,
Klapa bezbrojni put pokrali penzionere.
Pokrali jadne ljudi,
Koji se čitav život trude,
Razno razni pederi kojima nikada ne sude.
A Bog bude,
Pa onda neka se čude,
Kad nebo im naplati,
Bolesne, nemoćne, lude.
Kad nebo im naplati,
Iživljavanje svakom tati,
Nasilje nad dječicom peterostruko kad vrati.
Kad vrati za šake i noge,
Odredi kazne stroge,
Za matletiranje žene jer to Bog je.
Kad vrati za štetu,
Napravljenu na svijetu,
Vrlo je moguće da bit će kraj na planetu.
Da sve će eksplodirat,
Da sprži sve u svemir,
Jer nije kako treba i zavladao je nemir.
Zato Bože oprosti,
Daj vidi moje kosti,
Ti si pak gazda mi ostali smo gosti.
Zato Bože oprosti,
Daj vidi moje kosti,
Ti si pak gazda mi ostali smo gosti.

The Truth

The truth is ugly, the truth is black, the truth hurts. Dear God, I pray to you.
Everything is full of idiots,
They got fake wings,
Fancy cars, property,
Countless villas,
Where was justice?
Where was this time hiding?
Lost in tons of resold kilos.
So many burnt veins,
Chemistry that fills,
A whole generation of zombies, dead without style.
For the sake of my dear,
Drinks that were drunk,
Smoke your own dicks, I'm not gonna chill with y'all anymore.
I'm moving on,
Walking,
Avoiding the damn jaws,
And every new step brings an even bigger fuck-up.
I see misery on the street,
People have nothing to eat,
Crises are starting to shake,
Death causes are frequent.
I'm scared to even sit down,
To watch the news
Everything got complicated, became fucking messy.
People steal and lie,
They smear their own and others' eyes,
They stab in the back, they sell coffins they weigh.
They drive a miserable garage,
Criminals keep watch,
People played out their whole lives in work experience.
Stolen rights,
Confiscated grass,
Parents killed next to a sleeping child.
Young people without attitude,
Sodom, Gomorrah, horror,
The color of the sky is neither gray nor blue
Volcanoes and lava.
Torrents that carry,
Earthquakes that defy,
Storms, hurricanes leave people barefoot.
Epidemics and plagues,
Replaced the sun and rainbows.
Everyone looks at their own ass,
There's no concern for others.
There is no compassion,
Just fucking shit,
Murders,
Cheating,
Lies,
Betrayals and slaughters.
I saw heroes,
Defenders who are not afraid,
Red, white and blue, who defended their colors.
Now they stand alone,
Without anything but paranoia.
And thieves and assholes now shape their destinies.
All sorts of fakers,
Hold others in their fist,
Politicians,
Loan sharks,
Until someone throws a bomb.
Then the cowards plunder,
Foreigners buy the country,
Hands chained, feet and slaves fucking chains.
Torture at work,
I know, Murders on break.
Friends, enemies, killers, acquaintances.
Daily affairs,
From which I vomit and shit,
The gang robbed pensioners countless times.
Robbed poor people,
Who strive their whole lives,
All sorts of faggots who are never judged.
And God will be,
So let them be surprised,
When the sky charges them,
Sick, helpless, crazy.
When the sky charges them,
Abuse to every dad,
Violence against children fivefold when it returns.
When it returns for fists and feet,
Determines strict punishments,
For harassing a woman because that's God.
When it returns for the damage,
Made to the world,
It is very possible that there will be an end to the planet.
That everything will explode,
To burn everything in space,
Because it's not as it should be and unrest has prevailed.
So God forgive me,
Please see my bones,
You are the boss, we are the guests.
So God forgive me,
Please see my bones,
You are the boss, we are the guests.