Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 90te, artist - Separ. Album song Buldozér, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DMS
Song language: Slovak
90te(original) |
Vyťahané béžové pančuchy manchesterové gate |
Umelí zelení vojaci, hodiny vojny v blate |
Čiernobiele fotky na ktorých sa odpúšťate |
čo má kazeta spoločné s ceruzou si pamätáte? |
Na malej, dvesto nebolo vác jak … |
Do ruky termix a von na chrbte s lukom |
V bráne odstavená najmocnějša BMX na dvore |
Som vedel flekovať tak že lubne boli v pozore |
Od rána do tmy vonku kým zažli lampy |
Mamky kričali z okien rozpúšťali bandy |
Všeci boly rovnakí nikto nerešil handry |
Jebnuté deti pád komunizmu kopec srandy |
Neboli mobili debili nesedeli doma |
Keď si ich chcel nájsť musel si behať jak puma |
Všetky fleky, potom pískat pod oknami znova |
Všeci boli furt vonku však taká bola doba |
Vracam sa späť do tej doby keď sa nosily traky |
Držaly neforemné kaky, manchesterstraky a traky |
Sme boli všeci, cvičky trenky účes rovnaký |
Zbierali céčka, kradli značky áut a odznaky |
Nebol laptop, mobily, xbox, ani domáce kino |
To ozajstné kino bolo čo vonku sa žilo |
Bola pevná linka zvonček kde sme sa dohodli |
Boli tri pevné miesta kde vždy bol niekto bez dohody |
Neboli hypermarkety, obchody velké jak tescá |
Boli malí obchodníci čo poznali tie decká |
Si predstav kedysi boli štyri malinovky |
Startky, šarli, petri a žiadne davidovky |
Nákup na týžden sa dal zvládnuť za kilo |
V podstate jak teraz len kilo hodnotu zmenilo |
Ťažko to vysvetliť bolo to iné na živo |
Bolo tak málo veci aj tak nám to k šťastiu stačilo |
(translation) |
Pulled beige Manchester gate stockings |
Artificial green soldiers, hours of war in the mud |
Black and white photos you forgive |
what does the cartridge have to do with the pencil do you remember? |
For a small, two hundred there was nothing more than… |
In the hand of a termix and out on the back with a bow |
The most powerful BMX in the yard parked in the gate |
I knew how to spot so they were alert |
From morning until dark outside until the lamps came on |
Moms screamed from the windows dissolving the bands |
They were all the same no one solved the rags |
Fucking children fall communism hill fun |
They were not mobile morons sitting at home |
When you wanted to find them, you had to run like a cougar |
All stains, then whistle under the windows again |
Everyone was still out, but that was the time |
I'm going back to the time when the straps were worn |
They held amorphous cocoa, manchester straps and straps |
We were all trainers shorts hairstyle the same |
They collected checkers, stole car signs and badges |
There was no laptop, cell phone, xbox, or home theater |
That real cinema was what people lived outside |
There was a landline bell where we agreed |
There were three fixed places where there was always someone without an agreement |
They weren't hypermarkets, shops as big as you could |
There were little merchants who knew the kids |
Imagine once there were four raspberries |
Starters, scarlet feathers, petri and no davidovky |
Shopping for a week could be handled per kilo |
Basically, as of now, just a pound of value has changed |
It's hard to explain, it was different live |
There were so few things, but it was enough for us |