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Versuri originale
Puntarska
Pred več kot dvesto leti, nam štorija govori,
Da strašno so nervozni bli naši nonoti.
Če kej jim je sfalilo, če kej jim ni blo prou,
So grofa tko ku prasca nataknli na kol.
An vse so mu pobrali, kar vrednga je blo,
Požrli v grajski kleti vse vino vse meso.
Jen poli so groficu, ma ben tisto pustmo stat,
Da vidli pot domov bi, so še zažgali grad.
Lalala lalala lalala lala la la lalalala
Zdej pravjo, da ne dela več takih se reči,
K zdej baje živimo v civilizaciji,
Kjer treba ti ni delat, če dob'r znaš gobcat,
Ma če garaš ku živina, pej moraš gob'c zdržat.
Jz sm, ku zdej se reče, nekvalificiran kmet.
Jn ku vsak kmet znou zmerom sm dosti potrpet.
Nervozen zdej ratavam, pomagat si ne znam,
Ma sej nisem kriv, če take jz prednike imam.
Lalala lalala lalala lala la la lalalala
V meni zdej prebuja spet puntarski se duh,
Marskteru vidim monu, k žre zastonj me kruh.
Jn nikdar nč ne dela, k' samo iz kruha drek,
Aaa, čakte čakte, pršu bo zlati srednji vek.
An takrat ku spet pride tisti zlati cajt,
Ne skrbte, znou orodje si bom pravu najt'.
Sem se moderniziral, sekirce nimam več,
Ma tudi sz motorku bi padla glava preč.
Lalala lalala lalala lala la la lalalala
Traducere
Rebels' Song
Over two hundred years ago1, as history tells us
Our grandfathers used to be terribly nervous
If they were short of something, if they felt offended
They would impale the baron on a stake like a pig
And they'd take everything from him that was of any value
They'd devour in the castle cellar all the wine and all the meat
And then with the baron's wife, well, let's leave that alone
And to light their way home, they'd set the castle on fire
Lalala lalala lalala lala la la lalalala
They say that such things are not done anymore
Because now we supposedly live in a civilization
Where you don't have to work if you can shoot off your mouth
But if you work like an animal, you have to keep your gob shut
I am, as they say now, a peasant without qualifications
And like every peasant ever, I can tolerate a lot
But now I'm getting nervous, I can't help myself
It's not my fault that I have ancestors like that
Lalala lalala lalala lala la la lalalala
Inside me the rebels' spirit is awakening
I see many a bastard that eats my bread for free
And never works at all, apart from turning bread to shit
Oh, just wait, the golden middle ages will come back
And when that golden time arrives again
Don't worry, I'll know how to choose the right weapon
I am all modernized, I no longer have an axe
But even using a chainsaw, the head will fall off just as well
Lalala lalala lalala lala la la lalalala
- 1. In the 1713 Tolmin peasants' rebeliion
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Comentarii
Russia is waging a disgraceful war on Ukraine. Stai cu Ucraina!
Despre traducător
The song references, and uses some melody, from the original revolutionary song with the same title, see http://lyricstranslate.com/en/puntarska-pesem-rebels-song.html,