Translation of the song lyrics Slow Motion - Đorđe Balašević

Slow Motion (original)

Život je, stari kučkin sin
Stalno se raspravljam sa njim
Život je ofucani Holivudski film
Svi smo mi malo dramili
Ćutali il' galamili, u tom spektaklu
Neki su rođeni za maske
Neki statiraju do daske
Ja sam pozitivno-negativan tip
I kao svi iz stare škole radim sve «slow motion»
Igram bez dublera, sve sam
Što nije praktično, to znam
Pomalo šmiram, pomalo briljiram
Partner sam raznim licima
Zvezdama i naivcima, u tom spektaklu
Možda i nisam neki biser
Ali sam barem svoj režiser
Sam za sebe smišljam zaplete i kraj
Koristeći uglavnom laku tehniku «slow motion»
Od Mure pa do Morave
Neka me svi zaborave
Ako uopšte ikom išta značim
Sa samog ruba pameti
Stižu mi strašni saveti
Al' ja bi da proživim na svoj način
Odlaze zadnji vozovi, biraju ljude lozovi
I sve u svemu nemam lepe reči
Al' ja bi baš u ime to, još jednu popio
I teško da će neko da me spreči
Život je stari kučkin brat
Sve manje sa njim vodim rat
I sve mi više liči na peščani sat
U svakom zrnu neki dan
U svakom danu neki san i «keep on smiling»
Neæu da o tom pišem roman
K’o svaki prosečan grandoman
Biću srećan ako dovršim svoj stih
Jer sati i minuti nisu čuli za «slow motion»

Slow Motion (translation)

It's life, old son of a bitch
I argue with him all the time
Life is a tattered Hollywood movie
We were all a little dramatic
They kept silent or shouted, in that spectacle
Some were born for masks
Some stand up to the board
I am a positive-negative type
And like everyone from the old school, I do everything "slow motion"
I play without a double, I'm all
What is not practical, I know
I'm a little smirking, a little brilliant
I am a partner to various people
To the stars and the naive, in that spectacle
Maybe I'm not a pearl
But at least I'm my own director
I think of plots and endings for myself
Using mostly light slow motion technique
From Mura to Morava
Let everyone forget me
If I mean anything to anyone at all
From the very edge of the mind
I get terrible advice
But I would like to live in my own way
The last trains are leaving, the people are being chosen by the vines
And all in all, I don't have nice words
But in the name of that, I would drink another one
And hardly anyone will stop me
Life is an old bitch brother
I'm waging less and less war with him
And it looks more and more like an hourglass to me
In every grain the other day
Every day a dream and "keep on smiling"
I don't want to write a novel about it
Like any average grandoman
I will be happy if I finish my verse
Because hours and minutes have not heard of "slow motion"