Текст и перевод песни Scriptor - Idioti

Idioti

Brate, da moraš govoriti samo istinu
Shvatio bi da je teže pričat nego mislit ju
Nisi lud da svakome govoriš što ga ide
Ljudi su danas pola ulizice, pola gnjide
Govna, ljige, odma vide svoju korist od drugoga
Zamisli život bez ovisnosti i dugova
Površnosti krugova ljudi kaj vole umjetnost
Intelektualnih šarlatana koji smrde po
Google-u, Yahoo-u, wikipediji i altavisti
Anarhisti traže kratak ispis karakteristika
Za prodavat misli kao svoje
A kad ih pitaš nešto više samo stoje i šute
Utemeljeni stavovi tada padaju
Krvoločni lavovi što ostaju u kavezu
Naprave zvuk zubima, koji ubija šalu
Pa nju staviš na stranu i osuđen si na stravu

Ne krivim klince, ne krivim primitivce
Al jednostavno nekada ne mogu smirit živce
Normalni gube u borbi protiv ove ludosti
Patološki lažljivci dijele životne mudrosti
Ne krivim klince, ne, ni primitivce
Al kad mi grizu živce u svima vidim krivce
Nadahnuti mudraci i njihovi šuplji zanosi
Udaraju glavom o zid, vjerom protiv znanosti

U osnovi se vaša mudrost svodi na poslovice
I da ju moram slušat dugo posro bi se
To su posljedice vječnih nepoznanica
Samo nadobudni tvrde da je nebo granica
A prizemni se bave jako prizemnim problemima
U zemlji genijalnih serija čekamo Emmya
U genima je svetinja, na Šavriću pletiva
Al smo najviše sretni kad uz ćevape ide lepinja

Jebote, nemam ništa protiv tuđeg mišljenja
Al ono, imam nešto malo protiv glupih bisera
I tu ne mislim na ono čudo iz Rovinja
Nego tako u Hrvatskoj zovemo glupost odmilja
Ima nas svakakvih, al ak si takav lik
Da kada ti nešto pričam ne kužiš fakat niš
Odi slagat niz beskonačnih domina
Jer si u moru teških govana glavni ronilac
Kad stavim stvari na vagu i puni ljudi prazni su
U retrospektivi svako gleda svoju stražnjicu
Stvore lažni krug osoba u kojem važni su
A kad se stvari izjalove psuju mater Bandiću
Svaki put, to je malograđanski puk
Žele keš, a mole Boga za svagdašnji kruh
Moraliziraju di stignu, vjeruju instinktu
Oplode se, uvenu u miru pa novi niknu

Idiots

Babe, you should only speak the truth
You'd realize it's harder to say than think
You're not crazy to tell everyone what's on your mind
People today are half flatterers, half scumbags
Shit, slime, they immediately see their own benefit from others
Imagine life without addiction and debt
The superficiality of circles of people who love art
Intellectual charlatans who stink of
Google, Yahoo, Wikipedia, and AltaVista
Anarchists are looking for a short description
To sell thoughts as their own
But when you ask them more, they just stand there and shut up
Grounded views then fall
Bloodthirsty lions that stay in the cage
They make a sound with their teeth that kills the joke
So you put it aside and you're condemned to horror

I don't blame kids, I don't blame primitives
But sometimes I just can't calm my nerves
Normal people lose in the fight against this madness
Pathological liars share life wisdom
I don't blame kids, no, not primitives
But when they gnaw at my nerves, I see the blame in everyone
Inspired wise men and their empty ravings
They bang their heads against the wall, faith against science

Basically, your wisdom boils down to proverbs
And if I had to listen to it for a long time, I'd shit myself
These are the consequences of eternal unknowns
Only the ambitious claim that the sky is the limit
And the grounded ones deal with very earthly problems
In the land of brilliant series, we wait for an Emmy
In genes is the holy, on Šavrić is knitting
But we are happiest when ćevapi comes with a bun

Damn it, I have nothing against other people's opinions
But you know, I have a little something against stupid pearls
And I don't mean the wonder from Rovinj
But that's how we call stupidity in Croatia fondly
We have all kinds, but if you're that kind of guy
That when I tell you something, you don't understand a damn thing
Go build a stack of endless dominoes
Because you're the main diver in the sea of heavy shit
When I put things on the scales, full people are empty
In retrospect, everyone looks at their own ass
They create a false circle of people in which they are important
And when things fall apart, they curse Bandić's mother
Every time, that's the petty bourgeois mob
They want cash, but pray to God for daily bread
They moralize wherever they can, they trust instinct
They get fertilized, fade away in peace, and then new ones sprout