Paroles et traduction Corona - Cuva Nas Bog

Cuva Nas Bog

Imam osec'aj gubimo tlo, prati nas zlo, ali čuva nas Bog
Alkohol stavljam na rane i nec'u da stanem
Jer nikad nisam menjao strane da ublažim bol
Ulice prave prave ljude od nas
I ti si mi bio brat sad hoc'ete rat dobic'eš rat
U ogledalu vidim odraz poštenog momka
Vi gubite obraz a mali je grad
Držim otvorene oči i kad spavam
Imam glavobolje noc'as kad gradove tama okuje
Nama u studiju dim se lepi za podove
Odvajam reči na slogove ja sam pesnik u sevdahu
Predragu kurve nisu odsekle krila beton u koži Pegazus
Ja se širim k'o terafu odozgo k'o da me Bog opominje
Često čujem đavolje korake u glavi imam hodnike, Keops
Koračam južnim tokom plen posmatram kao kondor
Gle trud je urodio plodom 5 umazagranje spalim u noc'noj
Vi ste ljuti žestoko nisam imao lošu nameru
Moje su namere oduvek usmerene da guzicu žuljam u Hameru
I kada upališ kameru bic'u isti – Getoven geto dragulj
Odvajam pare na stranu čuvam 3 žene devojku, sestru i majku
Imam osec'aj gubimo tlo, prati nas zlo, ali čuva nas Bog
Alkohol stavljam na rane i nec'u da stanem
Jer nikad nisam menjao strane da ublažim bol
Ulice prave prave ljude od nas
I ti si mi bio brat sad hoc'ete rat dobic'eš rat
U ogledalu vidim odraz poštenog momka
Vi gubite obraz a mali je grad
Vi ste stalno na nuli jer vreme vam curi a opet se praviš pametan
Panika sveže vas za vrat noc'as je moguc'e skidanje nakita
Izgled predatora u koži rolam i slušam svoju pesmu od bola
U koži boja na stolu mrvim tropske plodove Bora Bora
Moram da uzmem sve što mi život pruži prokleti Srbin
Budni čekamo svitanje zore u studiju čekamo novi buking
Na šteku štekamo razne artikle sad prilagodili smo tarife
Na šteku palim i pišem rime da kuje na visokoj platformi vrište
Uvek sam ispred izbacujem samo kvalitet – Hajzenberg
Misli sakate svaku matru ko makaze versove zovemo nakaze
Uvek spremni za novo gađanje vi ste meta novi probušen papir
Scena sad nije spremna za ovaj brbljivi flou – Čarls Barkli
Imam osec'aj gubimo tlo, prati nas zlo, ali čuva nas Bog
Alkohol stavljam na rane i nec'u da stanem
Jer nikad nisam menjao strane da ublažim bol
Ulice prave prave ljude od nas
I ti si mi bio brat sad hoc'ete rat dobic'eš rat
U ogledalu vidim odraz poštenog momka
Vi gubite obraz a mali je grad

God Bless Us

I feel like we're losing ground, evil is following us, but God is watching over us
I'm pouring alcohol on my wounds and I don't want to stop
Because I've never changed sides to ease the pain
The streets make real people out of us
And you used to be my brother, now you want war, you'll get it
In the mirror I see the reflection of an honest boy
You're losing face and this town is small
I keep my eyes open even when I sleep
I have a headache tonight as darkness covers the city
In the studio, smoke sticks to the floors
I break words down into syllables, I'm a poet in love
Expensive whores haven't clipped their wings, concrete on their skin, Pegasus
I spread like a plague from above, as if God is reminding me
I often hear the devil's footsteps in my head, I have corridors, Keops
I walk south, I observe the ground like a condor
Look, the effort has borne fruit, 5 dirty stains, I burn them in the night
You're angry and violent, I didn't have bad intentions
My intentions have always been to grind it out in a Hummer
And when you turn on the camera, I'll be the same – Beethoven, a gem from the ghetto
I'm putting money aside, I'm protecting 3 women, my girlfriend, my sister, and my mother
I feel like we're losing ground, evil is following us, but God is watching over us
I'm pouring alcohol on my wounds and I don't want to stop
Because I've never changed sides to ease the pain
The streets make real people out of us
And you used to be my brother, now you want war, you'll get it
In the mirror I see the reflection of an honest boy
You're losing face and this town is small
You're always on zero because time is running out and you're still pretending to be smart
Panic grabs you by the throat, tonight it's possible to take off your jewelry
A predator's look in my skin, I roll and listen to my song from pain
In my skin color on the table, I crush tropical fruits, Bora Bora
I have to take everything life throws at me, a cursed Serbian
Awake, we wait for the dawn, in the studio we wait for a new booking
On the plug, we plug in various articles, now we've adjusted the rates
On the plug, I light up and write rhymes to forge on a high platform, they scream
I'm always ahead, I only release quality – Heisenberg
Thoughts are crippled, every mother like scissors, we call the verses monsters
Always ready for a new shot, you're the target, a new hole in the paper
The scene is not ready for this talkative flow – Charles Barkley
I feel like we're losing ground, evil is following us, but God is watching over us
I'm pouring alcohol on my wounds and I don't want to stop
Because I've never changed sides to ease the pain
The streets make real people out of us
And you used to be my brother, now you want war, you'll get it
In the mirror I see the reflection of an honest boy
You're losing face and this town is small