Marchelo "Šurda" lyrics

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Šurda

1.strofa:Dođe ti da propadneš u zemlju kad si u propaloj zemlji...I propadam. Imam zbirku od 7-8 otkaza.Juče mi je bio 60. rođendan. Penzija očajna.Dakle, sad sam i kao čovek otkazan.Video sam sve krađe. Ni za jednu nemam dokaza.Iz depresije se nisam digo zadnjih dva’es’ godina.Od depresije mi se nije digo zadnjih dva’es’ godina.Žena ode s drugim, jer je na vijagri copina.Ne razgovaram sa sinom. Neću da ga vidim očima.U stranci je kod Dinkića - znači da je lopina.Igram šah sa jednim čičom koji ne zaklapa noć i dan.Ne uzdam se u smrt, jer će i ona biti dosadna.I onda tako zevam u TV kad god sam doma.Kursadžije, Farma, Brat i tome slična govna.Pa prebacim na RTS i tu puknem odma’,jer idu iste serije još od kad sam bio momak.Živci igraju, pritisak skače, grči se stomak.Tražili su pretplatu, platio sam onomad.Ali onda su javili da je sva ta hajka lažna,da ne mogu da me tuže i da sam plaćao badava.I ništa mi ne vredi, sve je to pišanje uz etar.Eno ga, opet mi je pustio Vruć Vetar.Četrdesetu godinu zaredom, bemlitimater.Eno, Šurda pleše, peva, piša na moje jade.Pa sam najzad poludeo, i bez da li, bez ali,stao pred ogledalo i uzeo imalin.Ofarbao sam kosu, uzeo britvu i šešir.i izašao napolje u noć da muku rešim.

Refren:Parararam, poludeo sam najzad.Parararam, i sada sve je kul.Parararam, a ako pita Udba,ja nisam šuntav, ja sam Šurda. (Šurda!)

2.strofa:Moje ime je Šurda. Potpisujem se britvom.Recnem te u mraku. Iskrvariš u hitnoj.I stvarno znaš da u životu postig’o si uspehkad te na Dnevniku spomene Vučić i ne sastavi prste,jer drhte. Strah i trepet svakome: Šurda.Murija za mnom jurca. Slučaj vodi moj šurak.Al' nije mnogo bistar, taj dobri debeljko znojavi.Cenim da mu treba pet sezona da me provali.Deset preklanih grla - to mi je trenutni saldo.Žrtve biram nasumično, jer stoka je svako.Al' jedne noći mi se jasno javilo u glavišta je javnom servisu agenda u stvari.Tu je Šarenica i plus sve te serije o selu,da izgleda kao da se država brine o njemu.A zapravo, mučeni seljaci, eno, stalnoblokiraju auto-puteve traktorom i kravom.RTS im maže oči u skladu s nečijim planom.To garant ima veze sa onim Žikom Seljakom!Zaspao sam slatko, sasvim spokojan iznutra.Odložio sam kamu - za njega je kama sutra.A sutra, serija se završila na silu:Pred RTS-om me savatao pandur u civilu.I tako skonča Šurda. Ironična sudba.Taj policajac... bio je sa Petlovog brda.

3.strofa (onaj drugi):Bacio sam skota vezanog pred policijsku stanicu.Lep dan. Kući imam čvarke i gibanicu.Redak je lep dan. Redak među gadnima.Redak kao humor u novim Otvorenim Vratima.Nema više dobrih serija. Srećom, tu su reprize.Gledam Ljubišu kako je muževan dok hvata krivce.I premda nisam pandur, i premda sam lud skroz,volim, volim da zamišljam da sam on.

Refren 2:Parararam, poludeo sam najzad.Parararam, i serije su mi kul.Parararam, a ako pita šuntav,s Petlovog brda ja sam murkan. (Murkan!)

Surda

1.str.Sometimes you wish that the earth swallow you up*when you live in the ruined country...And I'm becoming feeble, more and more.I have a collection of 7-8 dismissals.Yesterday was my 60th birthday. Pension is miserable.So, now I am also fired as a man.I saw all thefts. I have no proof for any of them.I haven't raised up from depression for the last 20 years.My dick hasn't raised up cuz depression for last 20 years.My wife went to other man, cuz this goof needs a viagra.I don't speak with my son. I don't want even to see him.He is a member of Dinkic 's* party-what means he is a thief.I play a chess with one man who can't stop to speak.I don't trust to the death, cuz it will also be boring.And, so, I stare at TV whenever I am home.Coursemen*, Farm, Brother* and similar bullshits.Than I switch to RTS* and I immediately fly into ragecuz they show same serials from the time when I was boy.Nerves are turning on, pressure is raising, stomach is twitching.They asked for a subscription, I paid that recently.But then they said to me that all about subscription is a lie,that they can't to sue me and that I paid for it in vein.And nothing is worth to me-that's just pissing next to ether.Look there, they let again a Hot Wind*.Forty years in a row, motherfuckers.Look, Surda*dances, sings, pisses over my aches.So I finally got mad, and without any question,I stood in front of the mirror and took shoe polish.I painted my hair, I took razor and hat,and I went outside in the night to rid of the problems.

Ref.Parararam, I finally got mad.Parararam, and everything is cool now.Parararam, and if UDBA* ask about me,I am not incapable, I am Surda.

2.str.My name is Surda. I am giving a sign by a razor.I cut you a bit in the darkness.You lose all your blood in the ambulance.And you really know that you made a success in your lifewhen Vucic*mention you on TV news and his hands are not steepled in that time,cuz his fingers are trembling.Fear for everyone: Surda.Cops chase me.My brother in low is responsible for my case.But he is not much smart - that good sweaty fatso.I think that he will need five seasons to detect me.Ten jugulated throats - that's my current balance.I choose victims randomly cuz everyone is beast.But one night it showed clearly in my headwhat in fact is agenda for public service.There is Variegatedness* and plus all those serials about villages which make that looks like country is carrying of it.But in reality tortured villagers, there, often blockhighways using tractors and cows.RTS puts color over their eyes*in accordance with one's plan.It is surely connected with Zika* The Hick!I fell asleep sweetly, very serene inside.I put down the dagger - Dagger Day is tomorrow for him!*And tomorrow, the serial was stopped by force.A cop in the plain clothes caught me in front of the RTS.And that's how Surda ended. Ironic destiny.That police man... he was from Cock's hill*.

3.str. (that other):I threw that tied idiot in front of the police station.Nice day. I have cracklings and cheese pie at home.Nice day is rare. Rare among nasty ones.Rare like humor in new Open Doors*.There is no more good series. Luckily, there are reprises.I watch Ljubisa* how he looks manly while he arrests culprits. And even if I'm not a cop, and even if I am totally crazy, I like, I like to imagine that I am he.

Ref.Parararam, I finally got mad.Parararam, and series seem cool to me.Parararam, and if incapable one asks about me,I am a cop from Cock's hill.

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