Lyrics of Sindrom pepeljuge - Ministar Lingvista, Nensi

Sindrom pepeljuge (original)

1. strofa:
(Ministar Lingvista)
Napokon sam Vrapca ister’o iz rupe
Gde se guši u svom dimu i tvrdi da mu je super
To što ne mora sa gajbe da bi iš'o na žurke
-al' komšije se ljute zbog prevelike buke
Pa — eto nas u klubu.
On pali jednu na drugu
Iako ne zna da puši pljugu.
Nervozan je, jer klubovi uvek budu
Mesto gde se smori i posmatra u čudu
(Marčelo)
Ja ne mogu jebeno da verujem kakav je to svinjac:
Seva minjak — puk’o himen
Nema posla, Skeletore, jer sve ove klinke
Imaju dina trin’est, ali su odavno vine
-suprotno od nevina.
Pride, šaradna šminka
K’o C3PO sija, rečita k’o R2D2…
Svi tu, k’o fol, traže ribu
A one nose tri brusa da naprave sisu
Pizdu materinu krasnu, šta li ću ja ovde?
Sranje zika, gužva, laseri, pajseri, droce
Neviđeno kako je skroz jedan živahan brlog to
Svako bi svakom svršio u uho, grlo, nos
To se odnosi čak i na izbacivača čiču
-pogledi mu viču: «Daj mi 'vamo tu dečicu!»
Radi piće, bogami će biti onih stvari…
(Ministar) Biće kojih stvari?
(Marčelo) Samo lagano, mali…
Ja sam oduvek baš hteo da pitam, ako neko možda zna
Zbog čega svaki klub i splav gde ide ljax uvek fura istu stvar:
Do ponoći pušta R’n’B i haus, a tek od ponoći grand???
Zbog čega ne bi odma' i u čemu je tu fora da se Seka pusti tek tad?
2.strofa:
(Ministar)
Za šankom sam startov’o neku malu…
Mala je slatka, crnka, moj kalup
Naručio po piće, njoj prosuo neku šalu…
Sve sa nadom da ne trošim pare zalud
Al' u tom trenutku, snimim Vrapca budalu
Kako pravi galamu… Vrabac, jesi normalan?
(Marčelo)
Paaaau… jesam lepo rek’o da se ide u kafanu?
Nisu zombiji svako veče u kraju
Evo, prišla mi riba.
Pita da li me prekida…
Ja sam već prekinut, još od pre neki dan!
«Koja kola voziš?»
A šta tebi znači to?
Da li je po volji Škoda Felacio?
U gaćama imam bombu, a ti?
(Ministar)
Daj, brate, spusti loptu, budi fin…
Što me uvek brukaš… što?
Promeni trip!
(Marčelo)
Samo čekaj ponoć, pa ćeš da vidiš trik!
3.strofa:
(Ministar)
Pošto imamo sličan stav po pitanju kiča
U 12 sati shvatim o čemu Vrabac priča:
Kad nakon Snupa puste Pejovića
Nema te pičke niti količine pića
Koje mene drže ovde…
A sranje tek počinje, pa bih da brže-bolje odem
Ali, pun klub pun kurac to otežava…
Šta se, koj' kurac, ovde dešava?
(Marčelo)
To ti je sve sindrom Pepeljuge, moj brate:
Kada kucne ponoć, tada magija staje
I sve te princeze opet postaju ljanke
I onda im prigodno puste narodnjake
(Ministar) Pa šta ćemo sad?
(Marčelo) Rekoh da imam plan:
U gaćama stvarno imam bombu za Grand
Manijače, manijače, biće ovih stvari:
Buuuum… BAM!

(translation)

1st stanza:
(Minister of Linguistics)
I finally kicked Sparrow out of the hole
Where he suffocates in his smoke and claims to be great
That he doesn't have to leave the crate to go to parties
-but the neighbors are angry because of too much noise
Well - here we are at the club.
He fires at each other
Although he doesn't know how to smoke.
He is nervous, because clubs always are
A place where one gets tired and watches in wonder
(Marcello)
I can't fucking believe what a pigsty it is:
Seva minjak - puk'o hymen
No work, Skeletore, because all these kids
They have thirteen dunes, but they have been wines for a long time
- Contrary to the innocent.
Come on, charade makeup
Like C3PO shines, say like R2D2…
Everyone here is looking for fish
And they wear three grinders to make a breast
Motherfucker beautiful, what am I going to do here?
Shit zika, crowd, lasers, pajseri, droce
Unseen as a lively lair
Everyone would cum in everyone's ear, throat, nose
This applies even to the ejector uncle
- his eyes shout: "Give me those children!"
For the sake of drinking, by God there will be those things…
(Minister) What things will there be?
(Marcello) Just take it easy, little
I've always wanted to ask, if anyone knows
Which is why every club and raft where ljax goes always steals the same thing:
It plays R’n’B and house until midnight, and only from midnight on the grand ???
Why wouldn't it be right away and what's the point of releasing Seka only then?
2nd stanza:
(Minister)
I started a little one behind the bar…
The little one is cute, brunette, my mold
Ordered a drink, told her a joke…
All with the hope of not wasting money
But at that moment, I filmed Sparrow the Fool
How does he make noise bac Sparrow, are you normal?
(Marcello)
Paaaau… did I say nice to go to a bar?
They are not zombies every night in the end
Here comes the fish.
He asks if he is interrupting me…
I've already been interrupted, since the other day!
"What car are you driving?"
And what does that mean to you?
Is it Skoda Felacio?
I have a bomb in my pants, do you?
(Minister)
Come on, brother, drop the ball, be nice…
Why do you always embarrass me… what?
Change the trip!
(Marcello)
Just wait until midnight, and you'll see the trick!
3rd stanza:
(Minister)
Because we have a similar view on kitsch
At 12 o'clock I understand what the Sparrow is talking about:
When they release Pejović after Snoop
No that cunt or amount of drink
Which keep me here…
And the shit is just starting, so I'd like to leave sooner or later
But a full club full of dick makes it harder…
What the fuck is going on here?
(Marcello)
It's all Cinderella Syndrome, my brother:
When midnight strikes, then the magic stops
And all those princesses are becoming sluts again
And then they let the people go
(Minister) So what do we do now?
(Marcello) I said I have a plan:
I really have a bomb for Grand in my pants
Maniacs, maniacs, there will be these things:
Buuuum… BAM!