Текст и перевод песни Separ feat. Dame & DJ Spinhandz - 90te

90te

Vyťahané, bežové pančuchy, manchesterové gate,
Umelí zelení vojaci, hodiny vojny v blate,
čiernobiele fotky, na ktorých sa opúšťate,
čo má kazeta spoločné s ceruzou si pamätáte?

Na malebné detstvo nebolo vác jak pápi a kuko,
Do ruky Termix a von na chrbte s lukom,
V bráne odstavená najmocnejša BMXka na dvore,
Som vedel flekovať tak, že lubne boli v pozore.

Od rána do tmy vonku, kým zažli lampy,
Mamky kričali z okien, rozpúšťali bandy,
Všetci boli rovnakí, nikto neriešil handry,
Jebnuté deti, pád komunizmu, kopec srandy.

Neboli mobili, debili nesedeli doma,
Keď si ich chcel nájsť, musel si behať jak puma,
Všetky fleky, potom pískať pod oknami znova,
Všetci boli furt vonku, už aj taká bola doba.

Vraciam sa späť do tej doby, keď sa nosili traky,
Držali neforemné kaky manchesteráky a takí,
Sme boli všetci, cvičky, trenky, účes rovnaký,
Zbierali céčka, kradli značky áut a odznaky.

Nebol laptop, mobil, Xbox, ani domáce kino,
To ozajstné kino bolo, čo vonku sa žilo,
Bola pevná linka, zvonček, kde sme sa dohodli,
Boli tri pevné miesta, kde vždy bol niekto bez dohody.

Neboli hypermarkety, obchody veľké jak Tescá,
Boli malí obchodnici, čo poznali tie decká,
Si predstav, kedysi boli štyri malinovky,
Startky, ..., Petry a žiadne Davidovky.

Nákup na týždeň sa dal zvládnuť za kilo,
V podstate jak teraz, len kilo hodnotu zmenilo,
ťažko to vysvetliť, bolo to iné na živo,
Bolo tak málo vecí, aj tak nám to k šťastiu stačilo.

90s

Stretched out, beige tights, corduroy pants,
Artificial green soldiers, hours of war in the mud,
black and white photos, where you are leaving each other,
what do a cassette and a pencil have in common?

For the picturesque childhood there was nothing more than a TV and a cuckoo clock,
In hand a Termix and outside on your back with a bow,
In the goal, the most powerful BMX on the yard,
I knew how to smear so that the suckers were at attention.

From morning till dark outside, until the lights turn on,
Moms were screaming from the windows, dissolving bands,
Everybody was the same, nobody was concerned about clothes,
F*cked up kids, the fall of communism, loads of fun.

There were no cell phones, no idiots sitting at home,
When you wanted to find them, you had to run like a cougar,
All the stains, then whistle under the windows again,
Everybody was always outside, that's what the time was like.

I'm going back to the time when suspenders were worn,
They held up shapeless corduroy pants and so on,
We were all the same, sneakers, underpants, hair style,
We collected stamps, stole car brands and badges.

There was no laptop, cell phone, Xbox, or home cinema,
The real cinema was what happened outside,
There was a landline, a bell, where we agreed,
There were three fixed places, where there was always someone without agreement.

There were no hypermarkets, shops as big as Tesco,
There were small shopkeepers who knew the kids,
Imagine, once there were only four soft drinks,
Startky, ..., Petry and no Davidowky.

Shopping for a week could be done for a quid,
Basically like now, only the quid changed its value,
it's hard to explain, it was different live,
There were so few things, and yet it was enough for us to be happy.