Kozmosz - Az okosak földje

Véleménye a(z) "Kozmosz" előadó "Az okosak földje" c. dalszövegéről:

English translation:

Kozmosz: The land of the Clever it cannot be, that so many hearts blow in vain. It can. We are wimping from the future being proud for the past, but nobody knows what the past has been. We thought somebody else routed us, but we were the ones, believe us. (0:25) The Habsburgs asked for the crown and got it. We were a voluntary colony for multiple ages, we rose late, that we gotta rise. For then everybody hated us around. While hundred throats were celebrating Deák, the Romanian herders overwhelmed us. They had not compromised with the Compromise, this became trouble a little later: that we slipped into the War, we stood beaten stupid in Trianon. Afterward Horthy and the others were clever to declare war on the Soviet Union. (0:54) There was minus forty degrees at the Russians, the half army was left at the Don. Came the ruskies, the Lajta became a wall, our cradle it is, we cry on it frequently.(OR: our cradle it is, our grave is frequently on it) - (1:04) We are the heroes and we are the dead, the nazis and the commies were Hungarian as well. We were Koppány and Béla Kun, We are the problem ourselves. - (1:14) Való Világ, Megasztár, X-Faktor, we scold them, but but there is nobody to change channel. And we defend the land in vain from others, if it is a bright idea to queue for Polish meat. We watch TV for 5 hours, but the Yankees are the stupids. We are heroes, we just never stand up for the cause. Anyone who wants anything here, skips off anyways, and stays one million false-disabled in the country, where somebody else is liable for everything: the banks, the jews, the IMF, the gays. There is scuffle, but there is nobody culpable, everybody gets off easily. There is law, but it has no power to bind. (1:43) The Postabank wanished, but nobody took it away, Attila Kulcsár also began it alone, the Ezüsthajó brought something as well. Only Hagyó became an inmate. The parties are built by the highways, they had been afraid at one, but since they see, that there is no Glasspocket, only glassy eyes, so it`s their time to build. We also build the national phalanster, but neither Kertész, nor Albert Wass wrote about this. On the shore of Western Europe and the Chaos, semi-Asia, but entirely Balkan. - We are Orbán and we are Gyurcsány, we are the policeman, the doctor, the oddly binded nation, this blithering people. We are the camp and the enemy. - (2:22) Who gets power, never breaks, first decides, and then not asks. We still believe, but we know inside, that they are lying tenaciously. (2:32) Be quiet, oh, Hungarian, if you behave yourself, the Old Hungarian shaman will come, and he will play a set, more beautiful, than you`ve planed. You watch it on the plasma, you will pay it off somewhen. The state lives like this, such is this system. It is known to every little child here, that the flower-gardens grow from swiss frank. So nobody calls, that it won`t be OK. This lucking pigsty is warm. For twenty-five years the crisis having been non-stop. We don`t climb out, they are just digging the pit. We had a stairway, but we buried it. Now we are building it up again, to demolish it together. Because the successor will surely crack up as well, just a couple years and we can start over again. (3:12) God, wait for the Hungarian, we will get there eventually, just taking the turn. God, wait for the Hungarian, we get there instantly, we are just taking the turn. (3:29) It is not such a problem, that there is no hurry, this nation have already suffered for all its ideas. Maybe you learned it otherwise as a child, but if you would take a step back, you will see, that (3:4 We luck it up for ourselves, but Doom on the foreigner! The ruskies stepped, but it seems, that we don`t need multiple parties, but multiple separate countries. The Land of the Clever, Hungary! We luck it up for ourselves, but Doom on the foreigner! The ruskies stepped, but it seems, that we don`t need multiple parties, but multiple separate countries. The Land of the Clever, Hungary!