Текст и перевод песни Klinac - Molitva

Molitva

Prolazim kroz igru k′o da našao sam cheat code
Dečica se popravljaju kao EastCode
Ne prljamo obraz - to je uvek čisto
Uspeli nismo al' ništa nije isto
Pazi šta radiš jer ovde gresi su smrtni
Brz je grad, al′ mi nismo oni brzi
Ona mrzi - da objasnim me mrzi
Maloj nije hladno kad je sa mnom ali drhti
Igram pametno i učim se strpljenju
Čuvam glavu, mogu nestati u trenu
Ne vidjaš me jer na svome sam terenu
Ne idem gde ne trebam - uvek je sve u redu
Neću nikada da besnim
Al' u kožama smo tesnim
Kud ovo vodi nismo svesni
Bože, oprosti što smo grešni
Imam braću - ne dugare
Nemam nove, samo stare
Ne molimo se za ljubav
Boga molimo za pare
Boga molimo za pare
Boga molimo za pare
Boga molimo za pare
Nek se troše, nek se prave
Ona hoće nazad ali nisam Bog da praštam
Bežaću od lošeg ako pakao je kazna
Zovi popa jer se ovde popa svašta
Ovde su ti braća retka kao nafta
Loše su okolnosti, mi nismo oni loši
Ljubav ću da čuvam ali pare ću da trošim
Svuda iskušenja al' neću teret da nosim
Mala kad se ponudi - ja kažem joj da postim
Hoće da vodim je pred oltar
Niko ne zna kad je dosta
Neću da budem poznat
Već da ne moram da pitam ni za šta koliko košta
Neću nikada da besnim
Al′ u kožama smo tesnim
Kud ovo vodi nismo svesni
Bože, oprosti što smo grešni
Imam braću - ne dugare
Nemam nove, samo stare
Ne molimo se za ljubav
Boga molimo za pare
Boga molimo za pare
Boga molimo za pare
Boga molimo za pare
Nek se troše, nek se prave
Ljubav nismo našli - to je možda plan B
Al′ idemo ka tome da se uzmu pare
Da se troše pare
Da se pale pare
Ne tražim im da me vole, nek me plate

Prayer

I go through the game like I found a cheat code
The little boy fixes themselves like EastCode
We do not dirty our face - it is always clean
We did not succeed but nothing is the same
Watch what you do because sins are mortal here
The city is fast, but we are not the fast ones
She hates - I hate to explain
The little one is not cold when she is with me, but she trembles
I play smart and learn patience
I keep my head, I can disappear in an instant
You do not see me because I am on my own territory
I will not go where I do not belong - everything is always fine
I will never get mad
But we are in tight skins
We are not aware of where this leads
God, forgive us for being sinful
I have brothers - no longer
I have no new ones, only old ones
We do not pray for love
We pray to God for money
We pray to God for money
We pray to God for money
We pray to God for money
Let them be spent, let them be made
She wants to go back, but I am not God to forgive
I will run away from the bad if hell is punishment
Call the priest because everything happens here
Brothers are rare here like oil
The circumstances are bad, we are not the bad ones
I will keep love but I will spend money
Temptations everywhere, but I will not carry the burden
When the little one offers herself - I tell her I am fasting
She wants me to lead her to the altar
No one knows when enough is enough
I do not want to be famous
But I do not want to ask how much anything costs
I will never get mad
But we are in tight skins
We are not aware of where this leads
God, forgive us for being sinful
I have brothers - no longer
I have no new ones, only old ones
We do not pray for love
We pray to God for money
We pray to God for money
We pray to God for money
We pray to God for money
Let them be spent, let them be made
We have not found love - maybe it's plan B
But let's move towards getting the money
To spend money
To burn money
I do not ask them to love me, let them pay me