Lyrics of Pot V X - Siddharta

Pot V X (original)

V sobani poet sedi
V upanju, da prave rime dobi
Za vsak trenutek, ki ga je doživel
V življenju na svetu zanj polnemu gorja in milosti
Morda je prav tudi to
Temu naj sodi le zdravo telo
Vem pa da vse temelji le na tem
In vsem to povem:
Ali bi radi dober fix ali le pot v x?
A vsi vemo, da nekateri bi radi še čarati znali
Vsi vemo, da za minuto bi slave sebe prodali
Žalostno, da ti lažnivi dobijo denar le tako
Da samo sranje na polico filajo
Vsak policaj bil je tat
In vse belo spremeni se v temno
Če bi od zadaj jih osvetil z lučjo
In vse gre tako od pisal olikancev
V ušesa blaznežev
A vsi vemo, da nekateri bi radi še čarati znali
Vsi vemo, da za minuto bi slave sebe prodali
Žalostno, da ti lažnivi dobijo denar le tako
Da samo sranje svetu filajo
Sam je pravil, da je pisal, kar je čutil
Danes pa prodaja neke slinaste
Niti omembe vredne pesmi
A vsi ne vedo, da so nasedli
Vsem tem hinavskim lažem
Ne vedo, da le strmijo
V stvari, ki v bistvu jih ni
Žalostno, da ti lažnivi dobijo denar le tako
Da samo sranje na police filajo
Ne vedo.
Ne vedo.

(translation)

The poet is sitting in the room
Hoping he gets the right rhymes
For every moment he experienced
In a life for him in a world full of woe and grace
Maybe that's right too
Only a healthy body should belong to it
But I know that everything is based only on this
And I say this to everyone:
Would you like a good fix or just a path to x?
But we all know that some people would like to know how to do magic
We all know that we would sell our fame for a minute
Sad that this is the only way these liars get their money
That only crap is put on the shelf
Every cop was a thief
And all white turns to dark
If I shined a light on them from behind
And everything goes like this from the pens of the olicans
In the ears of madmen
But we all know that some people would like to know how to do magic
We all know that we would sell our fame for a minute
Sad that this is the only way these liars get their money
That only shit fills the world
He himself said that he wrote what he felt
Today, however, he is selling some drooling ones
Not even a noteworthy song
But not everyone knows that they are stranded
To all these hypocritical lies
They don't know they're just staring
In things that are essentially non-existent
Sad that this is the only way these liars get their money
That only crap fills the shelves
They don't know.
They don't know.