Lyrics and translation Elena Kitic feat. Jala Brat - Folira

Folira

U klubu komiran
On živi za noć, sav istetoviran
Miriše na zločin, BMW hromiran
Vozi ne koči, al' koga folira
Kad lažu mu oči, al' možda
Da u njemu vidim šta nije ni jedna

One te vole
One te žele sve, one su tvoje
Sve osim mene, ne lože me te jeftine fore
Moji snovi su more, a oči ti plave k'o more
U klubu do zore, dok te ne smore
Duša mu crna k'o Gana
(To je moj beli grad)
Tu bitan je Lui i Dolce Gabanna
Tu ljubav je nebitna!
On uzima, ne pita, dok uživa pored njih
Je li to samo ja u njemu vidim što drugi još nisu videli?

U klubu komiran
On živi za noć, sav istetoviran
Miriše na zločin, BMW hromiran
Vozi ne koči, al' koga folira
Kad lažu mu oči, al' možda
Da u njemu vidim šta nije ni jedna

Na meni zrači Versači, Versači
One me žele na svaki način
Upali TV, tu ćeš me naći
A kad se smrači BMW izvlačim
Te lake žene, loši igrači
Vječno oko mene, ne mogu se maći
Moram te naći k'o lavicu lav
K'o kraljicu kralj
K'o robinju lanci
Ti ne trebaš da li Sijera Leone
U očima sjaj, to nemaju one
Te oči su čar, u njima sam car
I bez krune znaj, sve one love

Al' vezan sam za ponore pakla
Dok tijelo gledam kroz skupa stakla
Skupa smo vatra
Pogledaj novine, prašinu dižemo Pariz - Dakar

U klubu komiran
On živi za noć, sav istetoviran
Miriše na zločin, BMW hromiran
Vozi ne koči, al' koga folira
Kad lažu mu oči, al' možda
Da u njemu vidim šta nije ni jedna

Folira

I'm hanging out in a club
He lives for the night, covered in tattoos
Smells like crime, his BMW gleaming
He drives without stopping, but who is he fooling?
When his eyes lie, but maybe
You see something in him that no one else does

They love you
They all want you, you belong to them
Everyone but me, I'm not falling for those cheap tricks
My dreams are the ocean, and your eyes are blue like the sea
I'm in the club until dawn, until I'm scorched by you
His soul is as dark as Ghana
(This is my white city)
Here what's important is Louis Vuitton and Dolce & Gabbana
Here love is insignificant!
He takes what he wants, never asks, while he has fun with them
Is it just me, or do I see something in him that others haven't?

I'm hanging out in a club
He lives for the night, covered in tattoos
Smells like crime, his BMW gleaming
He drives without stopping, but who is he fooling?
When his eyes lie, but maybe
You see something in him that no one else does

I'm wearing Versace, Versace
They all want me, by any means necessary
Turn on the TV, you'll find me there
And when night falls, I bring out the BMW
Those easy women, those poor players
Always around me, I can't get away
I have to find you, like a lion finds its lioness
Like a king finds his queen
Like chains find a slave
It doesn't matter if you're from Sierra Leone
There's a sparkle in your eyes, that they don't have
Those eyes are magic, I'm an emperor in them
And without a crown, know this, they all love you

But I'm tied to the abyss of hell
While I look at bodies through expensive glass
We're an expensive fire
Look at the newspapers, we're raising dust like the Paris-Dakar

I'm hanging out in a club
He lives for the night, covered in tattoos
Smells like crime, his BMW gleaming
He drives without stopping, but who is he fooling?
When his eyes lie, but maybe
You see something in him that no one else does