Translation of the song lyrics 90te - Separ

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

90te (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