Lyrics of Dal sjecas se - Elemental

Dal sjecas se (original)

REMI:
Sjećam se
Vojničke hlače, karirana košulja
Na glavi kapa, u ruksaku sprejevi, da, to sam ja…
1996 je godina, vrijeme kad se hiphop nije čuo iz svakog walkmana
I nije bilo party-a, ni reklamnih kampanja koje
Koriste našu muziku da nam podvale svoja sranja
Naše stanje uma bilo je drukčije, tad se
Dobro znalo ko nosi široke hlače i hoody-e.
U tramvaju, na cesti, ljudi su nas čudno gledali
Da pjesnici su čuđenje u svijetu, to nismo znali
Za nama su Skinsi vikali: «Nigger-loveri»
A mi se međusobom nismo prcali da smo fejkeri…
Vikendom se igrala šica, motala koja gica
Navečer se brijalo na Trgu, čekalo se već
Dobro znana lica, kad se spustila kmica
Išlo se ukrasit vagone Hrvatskih Željeznica
Često ostajali smo sjedit ispod sata
Mjesto di su se dokazali majstori hiphop zanata
Normalno bilo je stajlat tuđe textove
Citirat KRS-a, gledat skice, trejdat cap-ove
I imali smo beef-ove, al smo branili frendove
Al lova je ušla u priču i okrenula ploču…
Dal sjećaš se, sunce je jače sjalo
Dal sjećaš se, ispravno se brijalo
Dal sjećaš se, važna bila je rima
Danas važne su pare, što to s nama ne štima?
Dal sjećaš se, tvrdi ritam i MC
Dal sjećaš se, svi zajedno brijali
Dal sjećaš se, važna bila je rima
Danas važne su pare, što to s vama ne štima?
INK:
Inkognito je tu, za tvoje uho
Sad imam «Ecko» majcu, a nekad sam kemijo i kuho
Kak da dođem do prvih šelsica
I debelih lejsica, u zemlji
Prizme Colora i fake Adidasa s placa
Bio sam faca, jer Trst je dao svoje
Po obleku prek granica, na trenirci crvene boje
«Masno Deluxe» slova stoje.
Brate, evo ti novi
Ice-T, presnimi, ne brini moje su kazete tvoje
I nije bilo problema, pozdravljam sve što su još
Tu, i one kojih nema
INK:
U neboder na party, Varšavska i Križanićeva
Su me viđale češće nego mati, možda i nisam
Znao najbolje crtati, al se Kid, Fade, Pace, Wise
Dope, Semper, Asher, Maze nikad nisu morali trtati
Ni šmrkati, da bi nam bilo dobro, ma kakvi
U «Odeonu» sam prvi put mikrofon odro
Kad je Glock jedamput napravio party
Dal sjećaš se Young Lordsa?
Dal sjećaš se
Tagragza, Sidefects-a i Kords-a?
Dal sjećaš
Se Inkovog debija: «Jezik oštar poput
Grebena», tak je počinjala brija, novopečenog
MC-a…iz grada ispod sljemena dolazim
S mozgom ko u jebenog štrebera
Noći mora i nemira… PEACE!!!
REMI:
Sveg' sjeti se, al piši nove stranice
Imaš 4 elementa, otvori 4 strane svijeta
Kao DJ sa scratch-evima, break-er sa pokretima
Writer grafitima, MC sa riječima…
Dal sjećaš se, sunce je jače sjalo
Dal sjećaš se, ispravno se brijalo
Dal sjećaš se, važna bila je rima
Danas važan je cash, što to s nama ne štima?

(translation)

REMI:
I remember
Military pants, plaid shirt
Hats on my head, sprays in my backpack, yes, that's me…
1996 is the year, a time when hip-hop was not heard from every walkman
And there were no parties, no advertising campaigns that
They use our music to trick us with their shit
Our state of mind was different then
He knew well who wore baggy pants and hoodies.
In the tram, on the road, people were looking at us strangely
That poets are the wonder of the world, we did not know
Behind us, the Skins shouted, "Niger hunters."
And we didn't tell each other that we were fakers…
Weekends were played on weekends
In the evening we shaved in the Square, we were already waiting
Well-known faces, when the little girl came down
The wagons of the Croatian Railways were decorated
We often stayed seated under the clock
A place where the masters of the hip-hop craft have proven themselves
It was normal to style other people's texts
Quote KRS, watch sketches, trade cap
And we had beef, but we defended friends
Al lova got into the story and turned the plate…
Do you remember, the sun was shining brighter
Do you remember, he shaved properly
Do you remember, rhyme was important
Money is important today, what's wrong with us?
Do you remember, hard rhythm and MC
Do you remember, everyone shaved together
Do you remember, rhyme was important
Money is important today, what's wrong with you?
INK:
It's incognito, for your ear
Now I have an "Ecko" T-shirt, and I used to be a chemist and a cook
How do I get to the first shells
And thick ladles, in the ground
Prisms of Colora and fake Adidas from the plaza
I was cool, because Trieste gave its own
After the dress across the border, in red tracksuits
"Fat Deluxe" letters stand.
Dude, here's a new one
Ice-T, rewrite, don't worry my tapes are yours
And no problem, I welcome everything else
There, and those who are not
INK:
In the skyscraper at the party, Warsaw and Krizanic
They saw me more often than my mother, maybe not
He knew how to draw best, but he was Kid, Fade, Pace, Wise
Dope, Semper, Asher, Maze never had to rub
It's not snoring to be good, no matter what
In "Odeon" I took off the microphone for the first time
When Glock once had a party
Do you remember Young Lords?
Do you remember
Tagragza, Sidefects and Cords?
Do you remember
Inca's debut: "Tongue sharp as
Grebena », that's how the shaved, freshly baked shave began
MC… from the city below the ridge I come
With a brain like a fucking nerd
Nights of sea and unrest… PEACE !!!
REMI:
Remember everything, but write new pages
You have 4 elements, open 4 sides of the world
Like a DJ with scratches, break-er with moves
Writer graffiti, MC with words…
Do you remember, the sun was shining brighter
Do you remember, he shaved properly
Do you remember, rhyme was important
Cash is important today, what's wrong with us?