Pot V X - Siddharta

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.

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.