Текст и перевод песни Zverina feat. Danosť - Pochádzam Z Čias

Pochádzam Z Čias

Pochádzam z čias - keď nebolo piko a žral sa durman,
VHS kazety, na ktorých bol Jean-Claude van Damme.
Každý chlapec ešte nechcel byť raper
A všetci chceli mať telo ako Arnold Schwarzenegger.

Prišiel zo školy a hodil tašku do rohu,
Zobral som bike a vybehol na ulicu.
Hrali sme futbal do noci jak Maradona,
Kto to nehral bol baba alebo primadona.

Behali sme po lese a každý chcel byť Vinnetou,
šiškou do hlavy som ťa trafil z kilometru.
Hádzali sme shurikeny, točili sme nunchaky,
Trikrát denne som si s tým drbol do hlavy.

Nebolo KFC, McDonald's ani sushi
A Mike Tyson vtedy jedol uši.
A kúpili sme motorku, ktorá nemala motor,
Chvalabohu, že som v detstve nechcel mať traktor.

Sentiment tu zapláva,
Atmosféru nasáva.
Žitie, žiadna námaha
A nekončiaca sa zábava.

Niečo vidím živo jak včera,
čo je dnes prekrúca mi črevá.
Pravdaže vrátiť sa to nedá,
šťastní spomíname na seba.

Pochádzam z čias, keď telka mala desať kanálov
A rodina sa tešila aj z kila banánov.
Jedla nebol prebytok, za to jedlo sa zdravšie,
Nebol konzum, nechceli sme všetko novšie, krajšie.

Nemali sme virtuálny svet,
Ale bunkre v kríkoch alá kartónová spleť.
A telefón bol vonku iba v búdkach, i keď,
Jak to vravím by som to ihneď vrátil späť.

Netunovali sme compy, ale biky,
BMX 20 VRC, úprava starký.
Záťahy na každý strom čo mal niečo jedlé,
Ani byť jak stádo opíc, nám neprišlo jeblé.

Netrápili nás palivá fosilné
A niečo jak SkyNet hrozilo iba vo filme.
Svet tu u nás nebol z naprogramovaných más,
Využívali sme čas, nevyužíval on nás.

Sentiment tu zapláva,
Atmosféru nasáva.
Žitie, žiadna námaha
A nekončiaca sa zábava.

Niečo vidím živo jak včera,
čo je dnes prekrúca mi črevá.
Pravdaže vrátiť sa to nedá,
šťastní spomíname na seba.

I Come from the Times

I come from the times - when there was no peak and there was a bully,
VHS tapes, on which was Jean-Claude van Damme.
Every boy didn't want to be a rapper yet
And everyone wanted to have a body like Arnold Schwarzenegger.

I came from school and threw my bag into the corner,
I took my bike and ran out into the street.
We played football into the night like Maradona,
He who didn't play it was a woman or a primadonna.

We ran through the forest and everyone wanted to be Winnetou,
I hit you in the head with a pine cone from a kilometer away.
We threw shurikens, turned nunchakus,
Three times a day, I smashed my head with it.

There was no KFC, McDonald's or sushi
And Mike Tyson ate ears at the time.
And we bought a motorcycle that didn't have an engine,
Thank God I didn't want to have a tractor as a child.

Sentimentality floods here,
Soaks up the atmosphere.
Life, no effort
And endless fun.

I see something as clearly as yesterday,
what turns my guts today.
Of course, it's not possible to go back,
we remember ourselves happily.

I come from the times when TV had ten channels
And the family was also happy with a kilo of bananas.
There was no surplus of food, but the food was healthier,
There was no consumerism, we didn't want everything newer, more beautiful.

We didn't have a virtual world,
But bunkers in the bushes á la cardboard mesh.
And the telephone was outside only in booths, even though,
As I say it, I would return it immediately.

We didn't tune in comps, but bikes,
BMX 20 VRC, adjustment guys.
Raids on every tree that had something edible,
Even to be like a herd of monkeys, it didn't seem fucked up to us.

Fossil fuels didn't bother us
And something like SkyNet was threatened only in the film.
The world here with us was not of programmed masses,
We used time, it didn't use us.

Sentimentality floods here,
Soaks up the atmosphere.
Life, no effort
And endless fun.

I see something as clearly as yesterday,
what turns my guts today.
Of course, it's not possible to go back,
we remember ourselves happily.