Текст и перевод песни Dada - U Ratnoj Opremi

U Ratnoj Opremi

Šansu za beg kupi sada, beg iz stada
Pusti vraga, al' želja za novcem vlada i bogatim kurvicama
S pudlicama na užicama, mame me k'o udicama
U grupicama na klupicama, ludnica na ulicama
Gde izgubljeni umovi svi pronalaze spokoj
Samo nakaze pokolj, jebeš CD, rep i Sokoj
Jer kad imam dara, nema para, odma' bih se rokn'o
U glavi stara, par drugara, pa znam da ne bih mog'o ja
Svojim tokom učiš stvari, mojim blokom ćutiš, stari
Kojom stotkom rešiš protok, misliš džokom, ćutiš, variš
Dok svako te muti, bari, ona ćuti, sluša
Al' ne može te čuti, stari, jer se ljudi gnuša
Ona gledala me kako pijem, gledala me kad se bijem
Zemlje samo odraz o ogledala, zna kako mi je
Predana je, kako nije, a boja plava otkida
Moja draga, moja mala, moja stara Nokia

U gradu gde je bitno da l' je crven ili crn grb
Gde ribe vole samo brm-brm, svaki dan
Priča vrti se, moj strah od smrti je
Da opet ovde spusti me Bog u ratnoj opremi
U gradu gde je bitno da l' je crven ili crn grb
Gde ribe vole samo brm-brm, svaki dan
Priča vrti se, moj strah od smrti je
Da opet ovde spusti me Bog

Armed And Ready To Fight

Buy a ticket out now, get out of this place and go
Forget the devil, but money reigns and rich bitches drive this show
Wearing bitches on your necks, reeling you in like bait
In little groups on little benches, a madhouse on the streets
Where all these lost minds find some kind of peace
It's a freak show massacre, fuck your CD, your rap, Sokoj
Because when I have a gift, but no money, I'd knock myself off right away
In my head, growing old, a few friends, but I know I couldn't live that way
You learn things at your own pace, in my hood you feel, man
How much of the protocol can you handle, you think you're a player, feeling yourself, maturing
While everyone's fucking you over, they're betting on you, she's quiet, she's listening
But she can't hear you, man, because people are disgusted
She watched me when I was drinking, watched me as I fought
The world's just a reflection of a mirror, she knows how I feel
She's devoted, how could she not, and that blue color kills me
My darling, my baby, my old Nokia phone

In a city where it matters if you're red or black
Where the fish only love to go vroom-vroom, every day
The story goes, my fear of death is
That God will send me back here again, in wartime gear
In a city where it matters if you're red or black
Where the fish only love to go vroom-vroom, every day
The story goes, my fear of death is
That God will send me back here again