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  • #45086
    Spring
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    Zapanjena sam kakvih sve gluposti ima u titlovima za film 25. sat! Fu*kin unbelievable! 😯

    Zato…

    [embed]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Za2k5wA3sk[/embed]

    ENGLISH QUOTE

    Well, fu*k you, too. Fu*k me, fu*k you, fu*k you and this whole city and everyone in it. Fu*k the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fu*k the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fu*king job! Fu*k the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fu*king training. SLOW THE FU*K DOWN! Fu*k the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fu*k the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fu*k the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin’ and dealin’ and schemin’. Go back where you fu*king came from! Fu*k the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! {come on. Your wife deserves this} Fu*k the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko wannabe mother fu*kers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FU*KING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn’t know about that shit? Give me a fu*king break! Tyco! Worldcom! Fu*k the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fu*kin’ parade in the city. And don’t even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, ’cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Who’s this guy? Get the fu*k outta here! Fu*k the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fu*k the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You’re not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fu*k the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don’t want to play defense, they take five steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended 137 years ago. Move the fu*k on! Fu*k the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fu*k the priests who put their hands down some innocent child’s pants. Fu*k the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you’re at it, fu*k JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fu*kin’ Otisville, J! Fu*k Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your 72 whores roasting in a jet-fuel fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass! Fu*k Jacob Elinsky, whining malcontent. Fu*k Francis Xavier Slaughtery my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend’s ass. Fu*k Naturelle Riviera, I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back, sold me up the river, fu*king bitch. Fu*k my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar sipping on club sodas, selling whisky to firemen, cheering the Bronx bombers. Fu*k this whole city and everyone in it. From the row-houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue, from the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split-levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to fu*king ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place. [pause] No. No, fu*k you, Montgomery Brogan. You had it all, and you threw it away, you dumb fu*k!

    PREVOD NA SRPSKI

    Ma, je*i se i ti. Je*eš mene, je*eš tebe, je*i se ti i čitav ovaj grad i svi u njemu. Je*eš prosjake što žicaju pare, i smeju mi se iza leđa. Je*eš perače prozora što prljaju čistu šoferšajbnu mog auta. Je*ote, nađi neki posao! Je*em ti sike i pakistance što u krntijama mahnitaju ulicama, iz čijih pora isparava kari i usmrdljuje mi dan. Teroriste na je*enoj obuci. JE*OTE, USPORITE! Je*eš pedere sa tim njihovim izdepiliranim grudima i napumpanim bicepsima. Puše jedni drugima po mojim parkovima i kejevima, mašu svojim k$#% na mom Kanalu 35. Je*eš korejanske trgovce i njihove piramide precenjenog voća i njihove lale i ruže umotane u plastiku. Deset godina su ovde, i dalje ne spikaju engleski? Je*em ti ruse u Brajton Biču. Mafijaše, siledžije što sede po kafićima, pijuckaju čaj iz maleckih šoljica, sa kockama šećera u zubima. Kupe ribe i diluju i zle planove kuju. Marš tamo odakle ste došli! Je*em ti onog hasidima, sa crnim šeširom što šparta 47-om ulicom u svom prljavom kaftanu i sa svojom peruti. Valja dijamante iz južnoafričkog aparthejda! {Ajde. Tvoja žena to zaslužuje} Je*em ti brokere sa Volstrita. Samozvane gospodare svemira. Majkl Daglasa, Gordona Geka, što se prave opaki, smišljaju načine kako da orobe jadnike što crnče za hleb. Pošaljite one smradove iz Enrona u zatvor, na JE*ENU DOŽIVOTNU! Mislite da Buš i Čenej nisu znali za to sranje? Ma daj, je*ote! “Tyco”! “Worldcom”! Je*eš portorikance. Po 20-oro u kolima, što uvećavaju broj socijalaca, najgora je*ena parada u gradu. I nemojte ni da počinjem o dominikancima, jer pored njih su portorikanci još i dobri. {Ko je ovaj lik? Odje*i bre odavde!} Je*em ti bruklinske žabare i njihovu nalickanu kosu, njihove najlonske trenerke, njihove medaljone Sv. Ante, što se razbacuju svojim bejzbol igračima, svojom markom i bejzbolskim palicama, pokušavajući da upadnu na audiciju za Sopranove. Je*eš žene iz gornjeg Ist Sajda i njihove svilene Hermes šalove i njihove Balduči artičoke od 50 dolara. Preterano uhranjene face, što idu na istezanja i liftinge, zategnute i sjajne. Na to niko ne naseda, draga! Je*eš crnje iz predgrađa. Oni nikad ne dodaju loptu, neće da igraju odbranu, naprave pet koraka pri svakom zakucavanju. A onda bi da se okrenu i sve svale na belog čoveka. Robstvo je ukinuto pre 137 godina. Produži dalje je*ote! Je*eš korumpirane pandure sa njihovim pendrecima za silovanje i 41 pucnjevima skrivenim iza plavog zida tišine. Izneverili ste naše poverenje! Je*eš sveštenike što guraju ruke u pantalone nekog nevinog deteta. Je*eš crkvu koja ih štiti, i isporučuje nas tom zlu. I kad smo već kod toga, je*eš Isusa Hrista! On se izvukao! Jedan dan na krstu, vikend u paklu i večne hvalospevke mnoštva anđela! Probaj da odslužiš sedam godina u je*enom Otisvilu, I! Je*em ti Osamu bin Ladena, Al kaidu, retardirane divljake, fundamentalistička govna na sve strane. U ime hiljada nevinih žrtava, molim se da provedete ostatak večnosti sa svoje 72 drolje pržeći se u najvrelijoj vatri pakla. Vi, jahači kamila sa peškirima na glavama, možete poljubiti moje kraljevsko irsko dupe! Je*eš Džejkoba Elinskog, kukavnog nezadovoljnika. Je*em ti Frensisa X.S. mog najboljeg druga, što me osuđuje a istovremeno bulji u guzicu moje devojke. Jebeš Naturu Riveru, verovao sam joj a ona mi je zabila nož u leđa, prodala me, ku*ka je*ena. Je*eš mog oca, i njegovu večnu tugu, što visi u tom baru ispijajući sokove, prodaje viski vatrogascima, navija za Jenkije. Je*em ti čitav ovaj grad i sve u njemu. Od kuća u nizu u Astoriji do apartmana na Park Aveniji, od socijalnih stanova u Bronksu do potkrovlja u Sohou. Od stanova u Alfabet Sitiju do crvenih zgrada u Park Slopu do stanova sa međuspratom na Stejten Ajlandu. Nek ih zdrobi zemljotres, nek poludi vatra, nek izgore do je*enih temelja i nek se onda dignu vode i poplave čitavo ovo mesto nastanjeno pacovima.
    Ne. Ne, je*i se ti, Montgomeri Brogan. Sve si imao, i sve si odbacio, ti tupavi je*ivetru!

    #46721
    Kocha
    Kocha
    Participant

    ahahahahahahaha,e ti stvarno nisi normalna 😆 Hvala!!!
    ..pa na to sam i mislio,a u nekim je i pola preskoceno..
    ..a stvarno sam to planirao ranije da te pitam za prevodjenje,ali reko de sad jos i film da ti stavljam 😉
    ps jel bi prevodila neke kratke citate iliti quotes iz filmova,pisaca.. u npr jednoj temi? da otvorim temu za to?

    #46722
    Spring
    Spring
    Keymaster

    Of course 😀

    #46789
    bagzi94
    bagzi94
    Moderator

    Spring, i ja bih, stvarno, voleo da vidim tvoj prevod za neki
    film, bilo koji… Mada, niste od toga jer znam da nemas vremena. 🙁

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SpringHome › Forums › Citati i izreke › 25th Hour = 25. sat This topic contains 3 replies, has 3 voices, and was last updated by  bagzi94 8 years, 4 months ago. Viewing 4 posts - 1 through 4 (of 4 total) Author Posts December 5, 2010 at 1:24 pm #45086 SpringKeymaster Zapanjena sam kakvih sve gluposti...Profesionalni prevodi vaših omiljenih pesama. Translation of Serbian, Croatian, Bosnian, ex-YU lyrics, poems etc. All Eurovision Lyrics