Текст и перевод песни Sassja - PMS

PMS

Nas 4 cure smo rekle konačno dosta,
Ja Ena, Ana i sa Irca ona Goca
Jer ovi što vladaju od zle majke i goreg oca,
Imaju plate i moć a opet nije dosta novca
E pa ne, ne, ne, ne sada mi rušimo vladu
I nije bitno koju, jer sve će bit po podu
Dićemo državu k'o što je Čiro Slobodu,
Vidjet ćete mudonje, šta sve cure lude mogu
Pravimo plan sve ćemo obući crno,
Da ne bi neki portal kreno lupat nacionalno
Moje boje, tvoje, njihove i sva ta priča glupa,
Mi smo samo bijesne cure, a sad smo bijesne skupa!
I ja bi pos'o al' za me nema ponuda,
Zdravstveno bi, socijalno, al mi treba potvrda
Nemam veze, pa ponesem poklone u ruke
Ii ja bi rađala si djecu, ali mi pelene skupe

Sklonite se s puta neće ništa da ostane
Ni ti direktori, ministri nit išta od te zgrade
Bez i jednog para muda, a svaka cura je luda
I svaka turbo je bijesna i u po' PMSa

Sklonite se s puta neće ništa da ostane
Ni ti direktori, ministri nit išta od te zgrade
Bez i jednog para muda, a svaka cura je luda
I svaka je turbo bijesna i u po' PMSa

Prvo ćemo hladno da ih otjeramo s parkinga,
Goca 103 kile ko Big Momma napada
Mi ćemo da plaćamo a vama parking džabe,
Jest, izbušenih guma i napuknute šajbe!
Gledaju ljudi u nas, šta ove četiri rade,
šminka, štikla, sve u crnom a neke gume vade
Prođe i to glatko, bez Bog zna kakve muke,
Eni malo pukle štrample, ja isprljala ruke
Nećemo stati, idemo dalje ka zgradi,
Tri drota na ulazu, "Ana sise vadi!"
Malo dekolte, malo, "mi cure pa ne znamo",
Prošle to za minut ba, znam da zvuči nestvarno
Portir ne da dalje, ne možeš čovjeka smotat,
čini mi se lakše bi, pored još dva drota
Izvlačim se brzinski i otrčim do lifta,
Ena vadi meze masno i rakiju mu sipa

Sklonite se s puta neće ništa da ostane
Ni ti direktori, ministri nit išta od te zgrade
Bez i jednog para muda, a svaka cura je luda
I svaka turbo je bijesna i u po' PMSa

Sklonite se s puta neće ništa da ostane
Ni ti direktori, ministri nit išta od te zgrade
Bez i jednog para muda, a svaka cura je luda
I svaka je turbo bijesna i u po' PMSa

Idem od vrata do vrata, tražim tog glavnog gada,
Tog čobana propalog i vođu tog cijelog stada
I nemam nekog plana, u hormone treba vjerovat,
Sama sebe ne podnosim, valjda ću njega otjerat
Kad stanem histerisat, sa stola sve obarat,
Jer sam bijesna kao pas, nećete nas stoko varat!
Pa onda nalet plača, onda opet nalet smijeha
I sve tako u krug valjda će da mu zasmeta
Zaključat ću vrata i pripremiti mu olovku,
Neće izaći odatle dok ne potpiše ostavku
A ako zatreba, ubacit ću ratne traume:
"Dok smo mi bili gladni, šta si ti jeo majmune?!"
I vidim prava vrata, ispred naš gospodin stoji,
Daje mi papir s potpisom, plače, valjda se boji
"Izvin'te žene molim vas, izvin'te ljudi svi,
Evo ostavka od mene, dalje preuzmite vi"

Sklonite se s puta neće ništa da ostane
Ni ti direktori, ministri nit išta od te zgrade
Bez i jednog para muda, a svaka cura je luda
I svaka turbo je bijesna i u po' PMSa

Sklonite se s puta neće ništa da ostane
Ni ti direktori, ministri nit išta od te zgrade
Bez i jednog para muda, a svaka cura je luda
I svaka je turbo bijesna i u po' PMSa

PMS

We four girls finally said enough is enough,
Me, Ena, Ana, and that Irish girl Goca,
Because these people in power, from a bad mother and even worse father,
Have salaries and power, and still it's not enough money
So no, no, no, no, now we are taking down the government
And it doesn't matter which one, because they will all be on the floor
We will raise the country like Čiro did with Freedom,
You'll see, you fools, what crazy girls can do
We are making a plan, we will all wear black,
So that some portal won't start spouting nationalistic nonsense
My colors, yours, theirs, and all that stupid talk,
We are just angry girls, and now we are angry together!
I would like a job, but there are no offers for me,
Health insurance, social security, but I need confirmation
I have no connections, so I bring gifts in my hands
I would also like to give birth to children, but diapers are expensive for me

Get out of the way, nothing will be left
Not those directors, ministers, nothing of that building
Without a single pair of balls, and every girl is crazy
And every one is turbo pissed and in a bit of PMS

Get out of the way, nothing will be left
Not those directors, ministers, nothing of that building
Without a single pair of balls, and every girl is crazy
And every one is turbo pissed and in a bit of PMS

First we will coldly chase them away from the parking lot,
Goca, 103 kilos, attacks like Big Momma
We will pay, and you will have parking for free,
Yes, with flat tires and broken windshields!
People are looking at us, what are these four doing,
Makeup, heels, all in black, and they are taking out some tires
That went smoothly, without much trouble,
Ena's stockings ripped a little, I got my hands dirty
We will not stop, we are going further towards the building,
Three cops at the entrance, "Ana, take out your tits!"
A little cleavage, a little, "We are girls, we don't know,"
We passed that in a minute, I know it sounds unreal
The doorman won't let us go further, you can't fool a man,
It seems to me it would be easier, with two more cops next to him
I quickly pull myself out and run to the elevator,
Ena takes out the fatty snacks and pours him brandy

Get out of the way, nothing will be left
Not those directors, ministers, nothing of that building
Without a single pair of balls, and every girl is crazy
And every one is turbo pissed and in a bit of PMS

Get out of the way, nothing will be left
Not those directors, ministers, nothing of that building
Without a single pair of balls, and every girl is crazy
And every one is turbo pissed and in a bit of PMS

I'm going from door to door, looking for that main bastard,
That failed shepherd and leader of that whole flock
And I don't have a plan, you have to believe in hormones,
I can't stand myself, I guess I'll chase him away
When I start to hysterically knock everything off the table,
Because I'm angry as hell, you won't cheat us livestock!
And then a fit of crying, then a fit of laughter again
And all that in a circle, I guess it will bother him
I will lock the door and prepare a pen for him,
He won't get out of there until he signs his resignation
And if needed, I will bring up war traumas:
"While we were hungry, what were you eating, monkey?!"
And I see the right door, our gentleman is standing in front of it,
He gives me a paper with a signature, he is crying, he is probably scared
"Excuse me ladies, please, excuse me everyone,
Here is my resignation, you take over from here"

Get out of the way, nothing will be left
Not those directors, ministers, nothing of that building
Without a single pair of balls, and every girl is crazy
And every one is turbo pissed and in a bit of PMS

Get out of the way, nothing will be left
Not those directors, ministers, nothing of that building
Without a single pair of balls, and every girl is crazy
And every one is turbo pissed and in a bit of PMS