Translation of the song lyrics Blagosloveni sjeb - Ministar Lingvista, Nensi

Blagosloveni sjeb (original)

Uvod
Roršah (iz filma «Nadzirači»): …the world will look up and shout: «Save us!»
And I’ll whisper: «No.»
(Marčelo)
Turbo-urbano ubrano iz najvećeg seljaštva ikad:
Tarzani truju Moglije da je grana poreklo svima
Veleslalom velegrada: široki lukovi oko smisla
Vreme prostaka — «present simple», po piplmetru Pinka
Glupani tripuju veličinu k’o Mario kad se naguta gljiva
Džokerov osmeh iz mog bunkera, gde takvo sunce ne sija
Rima pun šaržer, rafal nema ni tačku ni zarez
Moj prezir je ambis dublji no dupe Rebeke Linares
Ne saučestvujem u sunovratu, ne menjam ćud za paru
Ne držim TV, nemam Fejsbuk, odbijam svu «rialiti» famu
Nek ispira usta mojim imenom svako ko nema čime obraz:
Naravno da me mrze, naravno kad sam Roršah
Ne sedam za sto sa stokom, ne podržavam šund-stihiju
Zažmureću im na jedno oko samo ako mi ga izbiju
I progledaću im kroz prste samo kad mi oko u ruci drže
Ja sam drugde.
Tu ne pripadam.
Ne loži se na moj hologram
Nemam vere u revoluciju iz grla sinova buržuja
Ni u krupne reči bunta sa tih sitnih, sitih usta
Ne idem u klubove, jer me ne zanima dečja pornografija
Niti bahatost pelena što su rasle na «Ranama»
Reset mozga svugde, al' devedesete nisu bile super
Posebno ne kad to kažu nova deca sa očima boje kuge
Ostajem nepotkupljiv, makar propao sa tri’es'
Kad budem spao na prosjački štap, uzeću njime da bijem
Refren: (Nensi)
Blagosloveni sjeb
(Ministar)
I draži mi je sjeb nego da sam kao ti
I radije ću biti sam nego kao svi
(Marčelo)
Turpijam očnjake, al' podočnjaci odaju nameru
Štrcam otrov u ritam dok izgubljeni spavaju
Variram od preosetljivog do neosetljivog
Ne, nisam dobro.
I srećom, nije izlečivo
(Ministar)
Ovo je sahrana morala.
Mi smo u prvom redu
Svež leš šaljemo crvima da ga jedu
Sjeban sistem vrednosti — to je više nego očigledno
Kad te žednog preko vode prevedu
Al' sve je u redu, narod je navik’o na bedu…
Srpski film, brate: svi se međusobno jebu
Prvo budeš jeban, onda ti jebeš keve…
Probudi se.
Uključi mozak.
Isključi TV
Na TV-u je šund, a u pauzama bajke:
Keš na štapiću sladoleda i na čepu flajke
Najstvarnija stvar je rijaliti šou…
Zato, daj taj majk da se nekom najebem majke
Kad otvorim vatru, ja to radim bez grama poštovanja
Bez dlake na jeziku, bez blama
Bez kompromisa — samo bes
Vama treba šamar da ispravi iskrivljenu svest
Vest dana je da zlo nikada ne spava:
Zlo je u kući, na ulici, u pesmama…
Zlo je u nama, zlo nam teče kroz vene…
Zlo nas vraća kroz vreme:
Nazad u devedesete, brate, nazad na nulu
Na haos u državi i zezanje u fulu…
Teraj sve u tri lepe, pamet u vugla
I drži distancu — dok ljudi traže spas preko Gugla
(Nensi)
Daleko dok gori svet
(Ministar)
I draži mi je sjeb nego da sam kao ti
I radije ću biti sam nego kao svi
(Marčelo)
Turpijam očnjake, al' podočnjaci odaju nameru
Štrcam otrov u ritam dok izgubljeni spavaju
Variram od preosetljivog do neosetljivog
Ne, nisam dobro.
I srećom, nije izlečivo

(translation)

Introduction
Rorschach (from the movie "Supervisors"): world the world will look up and shout: "Save us!"
And I’ll whisper: “No.”
(Marcello)
Turbo-urban harvested from the largest peasantry ever:
Tarzan poisons Moglije that the branch originated for everyone
City giant slalom: wide arcs around meaning
Simple time - "present simple", according to the Pink people meter
Stupid people triumph in size like Mario when a mushroom is bent
The Joker's smile from my bunker, where such a sun does not shine
Rhyme full magazine, burst has no point or comma
My contempt is an abyss deeper than Rebecca Linares' ass
I do not participate in the downfall, I do not change the mood for a couple
I don't keep TV, I don't have Facebook, I reject all "reality" fame
Let everyone who has no cheek rinse their mouth with my name:
Of course they hate me, of course when I'm Rorschach
I don't sit at the table with cattle, I don't support the nonsense
I will close one eye to them only if they break it
And I will only look through their fingers when they hold my eye in their hand
I'm elsewhere.
I don't belong there.
Don't burn on my hologram
I have no faith in the revolution from the throats of the sons of the bourgeoisie
Not a word of rebellion from those tiny, full mouths
I don't go to clubs because I'm not interested in child pornography
Nor the arrogance of diapers that grew on the "Wounds"
Reset the brain everywhere, but the nineties were not great
Especially not when new children with plague-colored eyes say that
I remain incorruptible, even if I fail at three '
When I fall on the begging stick, I'll use it to beat
Chorus: (Nancy)
Blessed be you
(Minister)
And I prefer fucking to being like you
And I'd rather be alone than like everyone else
(Marcello)
I file my fangs, but the under-eyes betray the intention
I squirt poison into the rhythm while the lost sleep
I vary from oversensitive to insensitive
No, I'm not well.
And fortunately, it is not curable
(Minister)
This is a funeral of morality.
We are in the forefront
We send the fresh corpse to the worms to eat
Fucked up value system - that's more than obvious
When they take you thirsty across the water
But everything is fine, the people are used to misery…
Serbian movie, brother: everyone is fucking each other
First you get fucked, then you fuck your mother…
Wake up.
Turn on the brain.
Turn off the TV
There is nonsense on TV, and in the breaks of the fairy tale:
Cash on an ice cream stick and on a flake cap
The most real thing is the reality show…
So, let that mother fuck someone's mother
When I open fire, I do it without a gram of respect
No hair on the tongue, no shame
No compromise - just anger
You need a slap to correct a distorted consciousness
The news of the day is that evil never sleeps:
Evil is in the house, on the street, in songs…
Evil is in us, evil flows through our veins…
Evil takes us back in time:
Back in the nineties, bro, back to zero
On the chaos in the country and the fun in the ful…
Drive everyone into three beautiful places, mind the corner
And keep your distance - while people search for salvation through Google
(Nancy)
Far away while the world burns
(Minister)
And I prefer fucking to being like you
And I'd rather be alone than like everyone else
(Marcello)
I file my fangs, but the under-eyes betray the intention
I squirt poison into the rhythm while the lost sleep
I vary from oversensitive to insensitive
No, I'm not well.
And fortunately, it is not curable