Translation of the song lyrics Sindrom Pičkice - Mimi Mercedez

Sindrom Pičkice (original)

Čemu da se radujem sem kvalitetnoj krmači
Živimo kako živimo pa nismo srdačni
Već srčani, nevaspitani, grubi
Svako oće da se kara, niko neće da se ljubi
Ni ti nemoj da se gubiš, ako ne znaš - nauči
Oslanjaš se na harizmu ali nisi Đani Ćurčić
Brate, dosta mi je pičkica i drugih kuraca
Što ne mogu mi ništa ni uz prednost prvog udarca
Dosta mi je pičkica i malih kuraca
Zapaliću na zapad tamo ima crnaca
Ne bi mogli protiv mene čak ni da se urote
Kad moji roditelji nisu mogli da me ukrote
Zašto bih zbog tebe prestala da budem džukela
Razlikujemo se poput motora i skutera
Razumeš, ti si Vespa, ja sam Harli Dejvidson
Ja sam, brate, bokserka, ti se baviš tenisom
Pa čim bacim jedan slog ti doživiš nervni slom
Ti doživiš nervni slom
Dosta mi je takvih pičkica i kompleksaša brate
Pičkice su oni što ne mogu da me shvate
Ili što me shvataju al' ne prihvataju
Pičke ovo slušaju i na njih da mislim znaju
I ribe su glupače, to skapiraš čim zinu
Zaledim se kad u pogledu ugledam prazninu
Kurve žickaju šamare kao klošar za cigare
Po principu ništa slađe od zauzete kare
Lik preti preko neta, cima se za komentar
Misli da je gengsta, ustvari je retard
A ja sam opuštena čak i kad me vređaš
Širom Balkana su ortaci koji čuvaju mi leđa
A šta ćeš brate ti kad stvari postanu ozbiljnije
Imaš ekipu, a?
Bolje odma cimni je
Jer, ne, posle sranja nema poziva na primirje
I, ne, ovde nikad neće biti mirnije
Sad napiši da sam kurva, da sam ružna ili slično
Ali moji ljudi znaju da se ne druže sa pičkom
I samo to je bitno, shvati, samo to je bitno

Sindrom Pičkice (translation)

What to look forward to but a quality sow
We live as we live so we are not cordial
Already heartless, ill-mannered, rude
Everyone wants to fight, no one wants to kiss
Don't get lost either, if you don't know - learn
You rely on charisma, but you are not Đani Ćurčić
Bro, I'm sick of pussies and other dicks
What I can't do even with first strike advantage
I'm sick of pussies and small dicks
I'll go west there are black people there
They could not even conspire against me
When my parents couldn't tame me
Why should I stop being a mutt for you
We are as different as motorbikes and scooters
You see, you're a Vespa, I'm a Harley Davidson
I'm a boxer, bro, you play tennis
So as soon as I throw out one syllable you have a nervous breakdown
You have a nervous breakdown
I've had enough of such pussies and complex people, brother
Pussies are the ones who can't understand me
Or that they understand me but don't accept me
Bitches are listening to this and I think they know what I mean
And fish are stupid, you can see that as soon as they see
I freeze when I see emptiness in my view
Whores are slapping like a bum for cigars
In principle, nothing sweeter than a busy car
The character threatens over the net, waiting for a comment
He thinks he's a gangsta, but he's actually a retard
And I'm relaxed even when you insult me
Across the Balkans, there are partners who have my back
And what will you do bro when things get more serious
You have a team, huh?
Better take it away now
Because, no, there is no call for a truce after shit
And, no, it will never be more peaceful here
Now write that I'm a whore, that I'm ugly or similar
But my people know not to hang out with a cunt
And that's all that matters, understand, that's all that matters