Črnobelo - Siddharta

Le temna senca mimo vozi.

Le skrit obraz zvoni, ko mene ni.

Noben ne ve, kam on zahaja.

Noben ne ve, s èim jo zavaja.

A jaz si govorim:"ne vidim smrti,"

a kaj, ko mi obenem z roke lije kri.

Saj vem, da se prasici jebe zame,

a ne vem, kaj naj naredim, da bom videl belo le?

Neznan obraz visi na steni.

Plavi lasje, ki niso njeni.

Naj eden hitro me zagrabi.

Naj eden èrno ven izvabi.

A jaz si govorim:"ne vidim smrti,"

a kaj, ko mi obenem z roke lije kri.

Saj vem, da se prasici jebe zame,

a ne vem, kaj naj naredim, da bom videl belo le?

Vzamem belo … na steno,

pristavim les, okvir, èisto ob njej.

Krivijo … se roke na njem,

v èrnino zre, zre…

… pribijem mu dlan v tla

kreten sam si kriv, zdaj vidiŠ kdo jebat zna,

naj svet odpre oèi mi takoj, ko bodo dnevi zame svetli…

A jaz si govorim:"ne vidim smrti,"

a kaj, ko mi obenem z roke lije kri.

Saj vem, da se prasici jebe zame,

a ne vem, kaj naj naredim, da bom videl belo le?

Only a dark shadow drives by.

Only a hidden face rings when I'm gone.

No one knows where he's going.

No one knows what to seduce her with.

And I say to myself, "I don't see death,"

but what if blood pours out of my hand at the same time.

I know the bitch fucks for me,

but I don't know what to do to see white only?

An unknown face hangs on the wall.

Blonde hair that is not hers.

Let one grab me quickly.

Get one black out.

And I say to myself, "I don't see death,"

but what if blood pours out of my hand at the same time.

I know the bitch fucks for me,

but I don't know what to do to see white only?

I take white… on the wall,

I put wood, a frame, right next to it.

His hands are bent on him,

v èrnino zre, zre…

Ijem I nail his palm to the ground

you jerk are to blame, now you see who the fuck knows

let the world open my eyes as soon as the days are bright for me…

And I say to myself, "I don't see death,"

but what if blood pours out of my hand at the same time.

I know the bitch fucks for me,

but I don't know what to do to see white only?