Текст и перевод песни Siddharta - STIPE (Bastards Mix)

STIPE (Bastards Mix)

Sam med primitivci stojim,
Kolena mi trese in upam,
Da ne izvedejo kakšnih neumnosti.
Takrat ta mali primitivec pride k meni,
Me prime za srajco,
Brez zob in z zadahom po vinu
Pred mano grozi. Nekaj kakor:
"Daj denarja meni, denarja meni!"
"Nimam nič pri sebi, nimam nič pri sebi!" (na gobec...)
Nakar, Stipe kolega ob meni,
Butast kot tram, a z volovskim telesom
In pestjo kot ta hud dinamit.
Povem od katerih postav sm jih dobil,
Stipe smejoč jih prime za vrat in prisili,
Da se klanjajo vsi. Jaz pa zraven:
"Na kolena k meni, na kolena k meni!"
"Na kolena k meni, na kolena k meni!" (na gobec...)
Tako, življenje na ulici mimo gre
In nič mi ni jasno, je vse to le trik
Ali je butasta igra za pse.
Takrat se mi pred očmi svet odpre
Ko vidim za vogalom, ko šut v ta malo njen bratec zabije in gre.
Prej se reče: "Dej denarja meni, denarja meni!"
"Dej danarja meni, denarja meni!" (na gobec...)

STIPE (Bastards Mix)

Standing among primitives,
My knees shaking and hoping,
That they don't do something stupid.
Then this little primitive comes up to me,
Grabs my shirt,
Toothless and with wine breath
Threatening me. Something like:
"Give me some money, give me some money!"
"I don't have anything with me, I don't have anything with me!" (onto face)
Bam, Stipe my buddy next to me,
Dumb as a brick, but with the body of an ox
And a fist like a stick of dynamite.
I tell him what I got from these idiots,
Stipe laughing grabs them by the neck and makes,
Them all bow down. And me next to him:
"On your knees to me, on your knees to me!"
"On your knees to me, on your knees to me!" (onto face)
That's how, life on the street passes me by
And nothing is clear to me, is this just a trick
Or a stupid game for dogs.
Then the world opens up before my eyes
When I see around the corner, when he kicks his little brother in the face and leaves.
Saying: "Give me some money, give me some money!"
"Give me some money, give me some money!" (onto face)