Lyrics of Stipe - Siddharta

Stipe (original)

Sam med primitivci stojim
Kolena mi trese in upam
Da ne izvedejo kakšnih neumnosti
Takrat ta mali primitivec pride k meni
Me prime za srajco
Brez zob in z zadahom po vinu
Pred mano grozi.
Nekaj kakor:
«Daj denarja meni, denarja meni!»
«Nimam nič pri sebi, nimam nič pri sebi!»
(na gobec…)
Nakar, Stipe kolega ob meni
Butast kot tram, a z volovskim telesom
In pestjo kot ta hud dinamit
Povem od katerih postav sm jih dobil
Stipe smejoč jih prime za vrat in prisili
Da se klanjajo vsi.
Jaz pa zraven:
«Na kolena k meni, na kolena k meni!»
«Na kolena k meni, na kolena k meni!»
(na gobec…)
Tako, življenje na ulici mimo gre
In nič mi ni jasno, je vse to le trik
Ali je butasta igra za pse
Takrat se mi pred očmi svet odpre
Ko vidim za vogalom, ko šut v ta malo njen bratec zabije in gre
Prej se reče: «Dej denarja meni, denarja meni!»
«Dej danarja meni, denarja meni!»
(na gobec…)

(translation)

I stand alone among the primitives
My knees are shaking and I hope
Not to do any nonsense
That's when this little primitive comes to me
He grabs my shirt
Toothless and smelling of wine
He threatens me.
Something like:
"Give me money, money to me!"
"I have nothing with me, I have nothing with me!"
(on the muzzle…)
Then, Stipe, a colleague next to me
Dumb as a beam, but with an ox body
And a fist like that heavy dynamite
I tell you which positions I got them from
Stipe laughs, grabs them by the neck and forces them
That everyone bows.
And next to me:
"On your knees to me, on your knees to me!"
"On your knees to me, on your knees to me!"
(on the muzzle…)
So, life on the street passes by
And nothing is clear to me, it's all just a trick
But it's a stupid game for dogs
That's when the world opens up before my eyes
When I see around the corner, when the shot in this little one her brother hits and goes
It used to be said, "Give me money, give me money!"
"Give me money, give me money!"
(on the muzzle…)