Текст и перевод песни Włodi - Spisani Na Straty

Spisani Na Straty

Wiesz o co mi chodzi,
Pierdole krytyke, niepotrzebny mi podziw.
Ja udowadniam sobie - ja to ten czlowiek,
Co zrobil co chcial zanim skonczyl w grobie.
Nawet jak dojde do dna powiem jak Eis:
"Kurwa nigdy sie nie poddam".
Nie dla mnie skok na banie z bloku,
Chociaz wpadam w depreche,
Bo sa miesiace kiedy sie zyje na kreche.
Sa i byly i znam smak machloji,
Co mam cie podszkolic?!
A moze cie to boli?!
Ze nie szczyce sie tym i nie chce do tego wracac,
I gowno cie obchodzi czy mi sie to oplaca.
Czy przez to trace, co gadam jak facet?
Nie jestem samobojca przywiazanym pasem.
Mam pasje, rodzine - zalezy mi na tym,
A ty mimo to spisujesz mnie na straty!
I nie wazne gdzie pojde, i tak jestem intruzem.
Masz ten dowod? - pisz
Nie chce stac tu dluzej.
Mozesz mnie spisac tylko w tym notesie znowu,
Powod?! - bo stoje tu w dresie na rogu!
Ref.:
Chcesz? To spisz mnie na straty!
Nie, nie zalezy mi na tym.
Gniew - to moj glowny motyw,
Moje zycie, moje bloki, moi ludzie - pisze o tym! 2x
Siegam do najdalszych wspomnien,
One sa kolo mnie.
Tworza moja historie,
Moja spisku teorie.
- "Wlodkowski badz spokoj bo powiem ojcu"
- "Ja nie mam ojca pani pedagog,
On zostawil mnie i mame, i ozenil sie z alpaga".
Jej wzrok - ja go nigdy nie zapomne,
To byla zwykla pogarda - mowiac skromnie.
Patrzyla tak na mnie oparta o biurko,
Zrozumialem - nie ktorym przez pozory jest trudno.
Na przyklad tym co maja karny zaklad,
Juz za soba, juz tylko w aktach,
Ale i tak ta sprawa jest spora przeszkoda,
Bo patrza krzywo a ty chcesz zaczac na nowo.
A ten zolnierz w Iraku, ktory jest okupantem,
Ktoremu wmowiono ze spoleczenstwo tamte,
Chce miec jego jako protektora,
A prawdziwy powod to jest ropa i dolar.
Albo zwykly malolat co ma klasy klopot,
Brak mu masy, rzeczy, hajsu, tylko po to
Handluje by zyc, i pomoc rodzinie,
Ma wyrzuty i nadzieje ze to minie.
On nie jest zepsuty, to determinacja mlodych,
Rezydentow boisk i klatek schodowych,
Tych spisanych na straty z pozoru.
Jestem jednym z nich, bo nie dales mi wyboru!
Ref.:
Chcesz? To spisz mnie na straty!
Nie, nie zalezy mi na tym.
Gniew - to moj glowny motyw,
Moje zycie, moje bloki, moi ludzie - pisze o tym! 4x

Written Off

You know what I'm talking about,
I don't care about criticism, I don't need admiration.
I prove to myself - I am the man,
Who did what he wanted before ending up in the grave.
Even if I hit rock bottom, I'll say like Eis:
"Fuck it, I'll never give up".
Jumping off a building isn't for me,
Although I fall into depression,
Because there are months when you live on credit.
There are and were, and I know the taste of hustle,
Should I teach you?!
Or maybe it hurts you?!
That I don't brag about it and don't want to go back to it,
And it's none of your business whether it pays off for me.
Do I lose because of it, do I talk like a man?
I'm not a suicide bomber strapped with a belt.
I have passion, family - I care about it,
And yet you write me off!
And no matter where I go, I'm still an intruder.
You got that proof? - write it down
I don't want to stand here any longer.
You can only write me off in that notebook again,
Reason?! - because I'm standing here in a tracksuit on the corner!
Chorus:
Do you want to? Then write me off!
No, I don't care about it.
Anger - that's my main motive,
My life, my blocks, my people - I write about it! 2x
I reach for the furthest memories,
They are around me.
They create my story,
My conspiracy theory.
- "Wlodkowski, be quiet or I'll tell your father"
- "I don't have a father, Mrs. Counselor,
He left me and mom, and married an alpaca".
Her look - I'll never forget it,
It was pure contempt - to put it mildly.
She looked at me like that, leaning on the desk,
I understood - it's not easy for some because of appearances.
For example, those who have a criminal record,
Already behind them, only in the files,
But still, this matter is a major obstacle,
Because they look at you askance and you want to start anew.
And that soldier in Iraq, who is an occupier,
Who was led to believe that the society there,
Wants to have him as a protector,
And the real reason is oil and dollars.
Or just a young kid who has class problems,
He lacks mass, things, money, just for that
He deals to live, and help his family,
He has regrets and hopes that it will pass.
He's not broken, it's the determination of the young,
Residents of playgrounds and stairwells,
Those written off at first glance.
I am one of them, because you didn't give me a choice!
Chorus:
Do you want to? Then write me off!
No, I don't care about it.
Anger - that's my main motive,
My life, my blocks, my people - I write about it! 4x