Текст и перевод песни Siddharta - Pot V X

Pot V X

V sobani poet sedi
V upanju, da prave rime dobi
Za vsak trenutek, ki ga je doživel
V življenju na svetu zanj polnemu gorja in milosti

Morda je prav tudi to
Temu naj sodi le zdravo telo
Vem pa da vse temelji le na tem
In vsem to povem:
Ali bi radi dober fix ali le pot v x?

A vsi vemo, da nekateri bi radi še čarati znali
Vsi vemo, da za minuto bi slave sebe prodali
žalostno, da ti lažnivi dobijo denar le tako
Da samo sranje na polico filajo

Vsak policaj bil je tat
In vse belo spremeni se v temno
če bi od zadaj jih osvetil z lučjo
In vse gre tako od pisal olikancev
V ušesa blaznežev

A vsi vemo, da nekateri bi radi še čarati znali
Vsi vemo, da za minuto bi slave sebe prodali
žalostno, da ti lažnivi dobijo denar le tako
Da samo sranje svetu filajo

Sam je pravil, da je pisal, kar je čutil
Danes pa prodaja neke slinaste
Niti omembe vredne pesmi

A vsi ne vedo, da so nasedli
Vsem tem hinavskim lažem
Ne vedo, da le strmijo
V stvari, ki v bistvu jih ni
žalostno, da ti lažnivi dobijo denar le tako
Da samo sranje na police filajo

Ne vedo.
Ne vedo.

Pot V X

In the room, a poet sits
Hoping to get the right rhymes
For every moment he has lived
In a life full of sorrow and grace

Perhaps that is also right
Only a healthy body can judge that
I know, however, that everything is based on just that
And I say this to everyone:
Do you want a good fix or just a path to x?

But we all know that some would also like to be able to do magic
We all know that they would sell themselves for a minute of fame
It's sad that these liars only get money that way
That they only put crap on the shelves

Every cop was a thief
And everything white turns dark
If you were to shine a light on them from behind
And everything goes from the pens of the elegant writers
Into the ears of fools

But we all know that some would also like to be able to do magic
We all know that they would sell themselves for a minute of fame
It's sad that these liars only get money that way
That they only put crap on the shelves

He himself said that he wrote what he felt
But today he sells some slimy
Songs not even worth mentioning

But not everybody knows that they've been fooled
By all these hypocritical lies
They don't know that they are just staring
At things that don't really exist
It's sad that these liars only get money that way
That they only put crap on the shelves

They don't know.
They don't know.