Letu Stuke — Minimalizam song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Minimalizam" by Letu Stuke.
Lyrics
To nije nikakva posebna kuća
To nije nikakav poseban vrt
Tu nema puno žena, nema bazena
Na oko dosadno je na smrt
Al' oko mene su posebni ljudi
Svi zanimljivi, eksentrični
Čelične felge i plastične grudi
I svi su digitalni, električni
Spoji slatko i slano, to ide
Ali kruške i jabuke ne
Spoji crnu i bijelu nam boju
Siva je slika svijeta, zar ne
A svi bi htjeli bit' novi i čudni
Ili bar blještavi cirkusan tim
Dok mnogi spavaju neki su budni
Sami sa svemirom na ti
To je minimalizam
To je minimalizam
Al' ne zna primitivizam
Sta je to minimalizam
To je minimalizam
To je minimalizam
Svi vide, niko da prizna
Koja to gazi nas čizma
Bogati roditelji ne žale
Za svoju dječicu dat će baš sve
Prodaju šume i hidrocentrale
I drže pola države
Zato im potomci veselo žive
Ne rade ništa, a imaju sve
Čisti kokain i rublje od svile
I tuđe gladne godine
To nije minimalizam
To nije minimalizam
Al' ne zna primitivizam
Šta je to kapitalizam
To nije minimalizam
To nije minimalizam
Svi vide, niko da prizna
Koja to gazi nas čizma
Lyrics translation
This is not a special house
This is not a special garden
There aren't many women there, no pool
The eye is bored to death
But there are special people around me
All interesting, eksentrični
Steel rims and plastic Breasts
And they are all digital, electric
Drain the sweet and salty, it goes
But pears and apples are not
Connect the black and white color
Grey is the picture of the world, isn't it
And everyone would like to be new and strange
Or at least a dazzling circus team
While many are asleep, some are awake
Alone with the Universe on you
This is minimalism
This is minimalism
But he doesn't know primitivism
What kind of minimalism is this?
This is minimalism
This is minimalism
Everyone sees, no one recognizes
What is trampling us in our boots
Rich parents don't complain
They will give everything for their children
Sale of forests and hydro centers
And they hold half the state
That's why their descendants live happily
They do nothing, and they have everything
Pure cocaine and silk underwear
And other people's hungry years
This is not minimalism
This is not minimalism
But he doesn't know primitivism
What is capitalism?
This is not minimalism
This is not minimalism
Everyone sees, no one recognizes
What is trampling us in our boots