Dubioza Kolektiv — K.P Dom song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "K.P Dom" by Dubioza Kolektiv.
Lyrics
Tvoj stari život k’o u bajci bio je fantastičan
A kraj nije sretan nego pravo dramatičan
Prevelik apetit, tebi nikad dovoljno
Htio si i državu valjda prodat' povoljno
Kavijar, šampanjac i počasne lože
Volio si luksuz, šta ćeš kad se može
Volio si umjetnost, ulja na platnu
Tako si zaboravljao istoriju ratnu
Gradile se zgrade, dizao si spratove
Na ruci nosio si skupocjene satove
Pohlepan si bio to na loše miriše
Zinula ti guzica previše
Znaš da nije sreća kad je para puna vreća
Sreća je kad napune se i druga i treća
Sreća je i zlato, sreća su i stanovi
Al' sreći dođe kraj, propadoše planovi
K.P. dom sad dom je tvoj
Na reveru redni broj
Ne puštaj iz ruku sapun
Džaba što si tajkun
Sve je bilo k’o u snu, samo nebo bila granica
Prekide se magija kad uđe sekretarica
«Evo hladan sokić, stigla je i kavica»
Stigla je i murija, stigla je i marica
Tako ti i treba kad si bio megaloman
Navučen na vlast k’o najgori narkoman
Ispalo je s pravom da imao si fobiju
Bio si na vrhu, onda fasov’o si robiju
Mjesto đakonija i skupocjenih vina
Sad jedeš splačine zatvorskih kantina
Ispao si papak, žrtveni jarac
Na dan kad te puste bićeš smežurani starac
Imao si vilu, bazen, jahtu i avion
Sad je iza rešetaka pun pansion
Vrijeme sporo prolazi, minuta k’o godina
Izdali te prijatelji, izdala te rodbina
K.P. dom je mati moja
Luč u tami ovog vijeka
Tu te stave da poprave
Sve kvarove kod čovjeka
K.P. dom je mati moja
Svaki korak budno prati
Da se starom lošem društvu
Prije vremena ne vratim
K.P. dom je mati moja
Otkriva mi mnoge tajne
Da je čovjek veće blago
Od države i blagajne
K.P. dom je mati moja
Stražaru sam svakom mio
Kažu da se bolje vladam
Nego kad sam sva vlast bio
K.P. dom je mati moja
Robijaši raja fina
Sa mnom dijele zlo i dobro
K.P. dom je domovina
Lyrics translation
Your old life, like in a fairy tale, was fantastic
And the end is no happier than the real dramatic one
Too much appetite, you never have enough
You wanted to sell the country at a bargain price.
Caviar, champagne and boxes of honor
You loved luxury, what will you do when you can
You loved art, oil paintings
So you forgot the history of the war
They built buildings and raised floors.
You wore an expensive watch on your arm
You were so greedy that you smelled bad
Zinula your ass too
You know it's not luck when a pair is filled with bags
Happiness is when both the second and third are filled in
Happiness is gold, happiness is apartments
But happiness is coming to an end, plans have failed
K. P. the house is yours now
Serial number on the lapel
Do not let the soap out of your hands
Jaba, that you are a tycoon
It was like a dream, only the sky was the limit
Magic is interrupted when the answering machine arrives
"Here is cold juice, there is coffee»
The cops are here, Gretel's here.
Serves you right when you were a megalomaniac.
Handcuffed like the worst drug addict.
It turned out that you had a phobia.
You were on top and then fasov'o you are slaves
A place of deaconesses and expensive wines
Now you're eating pots in prison.
You've become a scapegoat.
The day they let you go, you'll be a stinking old man
You had a Villa, a pool, a yacht, and a plane
Now behind bars full Board
Time goes slowly, a minute like a year
Your friends have betrayed you, these relatives have betrayed you
K. P. my mother's house
Harbor in the dark of this century
That's where they put you to fix it
All failures in men
K. P. my mother's house
Every step is awake
Being old bad company
I don't come back early
K. P. my mother's house
He tells me a lot of secrets
That man is a great treasure
From the state and cash register
K. P. my mother's house
I guard all the m & e
They say I rule better
But when I was a power
K. P. my mother's house
Raja Fin's Convicts
They share good and evil with me
K. P. Rodina