Paroles et traduction Frenkie feat. Crni Zvuk - Beton Bosne

Beton Bosne

Na cesti sam se rodio
Tu cu brate i umrijet
Bolje pazi kome ces se
Ovdje u facu unijet

Moja bagra kad se razvali
Meni ce mobitel uzet
To je nas ugled
Bosanski rulet

Skidaju se patike
Obijaju se trafike
Obori pogled i ruke
U dzepove stavite

Ludi se pravite
I samo dalje gazite
Brzo hodaj i kapu
Na glavu nabijte

Nisi vise isi
Kada vidis ovo jednom
Po zidu outro i belton
Bosanski beton

Samo politicari i mafija
Imaju skupa kola ostali
Golfa, jebeni bus ili trolla
Pokupili su sve sa stola

Radna klasa je gola
U startu im je odma
Oduzeto pola

Zaradit lovu mogu
Ako prodaju drogu
Bore se kao u rovu
Okrenuli su ledja Bogu

Za bajram ne idem van
Sjedim u kuci sam
Jer za bajramski dernek
Najlakse dobit degenek

Krkan se napije pa ga
Drugi krkan razbije
Sve veliki muslimani
Ustvari male balije

Kroz grlo tece rakija
U dzepu je cakija
Misle da su opasni
Ustvari su pjesadija

Teretana im
Samopouzdanje nabija
Balavi klinci misle da
Su opasna mafija

Ovdje narodnjak zavija
Noz se u ledja zabija
Cak preko dana
Zakljucava kapija

Niko ne daje izjava
Nema prijava
Zakon se kupuje
A murija ismijava

Ref. 2x
Ne postujemo domace
A jos manje goste
Prepusti se posve
Idemo do koske

U case nek se dospe
Dok se krv ne prospe
Prati nas
I osjeti beton Bosne

Ja sam rodio se tu
Bas na tuzlanskom asvaltu
Crni zvuk i Frenki predstavljaju
Krojcicu i Maltu

Na prvi pogled ovaj
Grad mozda ce ti se dopast
Ali iz moje perspektive
Kada gledas to je propast

Ovdje ako imas novca
Imas vlast, neces past
Svaka cast u banci
Svota samo ce ti rast

Ljeto devedesetdrugo
Ljeto devedesetpeto
Vec od tada shvati
Bosna postala je ghetto

Jos jedna pronadjena
Grobnica iz Potocara
Zrtve majke Srebrenice
Neka dodju trazit svoje mrtve

Ovdje od proteklog rata
Zivot ko nagazna mina
Sestra ostala bez brata
Majka izgubila sina

Ratnih invalida puno
Nemaju sta ni za jesti
Tako njihova bi djeca
Da ne provode na cesti

Tezak zivot vodit tu
Su navikli Bosanci
Bez posla, perspektive sve
Smo vise kriminalci

Brat vodi rat ovdje
Pravila su stroga
Ovdje ulice su pune
Kriminalaca i droga

Travu puse djeca mnoga
Cesto i vise od toga
Al' u kurac otislo je sve
Vise niko ne vjeruje u Boga

Sad izaberi kojim putem
Ti ces ici kriminalom
Da se bavis neces
Daleko stici

Bosnian Concrete

I was born on the road
Here with brother and die
Watch better who will you
Here in college face sink

My gang when it falls apart
They will take my mobile phone
This is our reputation
Bosnian roulette

Get off your sneakers
Rob the shops
Lower your eyes and hands
Put them in your pockets

Pretend you're crazy
And just keep on going
Walk fast and put the hood
On your Head

You are not Icy
When you see this once
Down the wall outro and beton
Bosnian beton

Only politicians and mafia
Have expensive cars others
Golf, the fucking bus or the troll
They collected everything from the table

Working class is naked
At the start they had
Half was taken away

Can earn money
If they sell drugs
Fight like in the trench
They turned their backs on God

I don't go out for the holiday
I sit at home alone
Because on holiday feast
The easiest to get the degenek

The boar gets drunk and then
Another boar breaks it
All big Muslims
Actually small bales

Rakia flows through the throat
In the pocket is a cakija
They think they are dangerous
Actually they are infantry

Their gym
Self-confidence charges
Balavi kids think that
Are a dangerous mafia

Folk music wails here
The knife is stabbed in the back
Even during the day
The gate is locked

Nobody makes statements
No applications
The law is bought
And the police are laughing

Ref. 2x
We don't respect the domestic
And even less guests
Let yourself go completely
We're going to the bone

Let's get into the house
Until the blood is spilled
Follow us
And feel the concrete of Bosnia

I am born here
Right on the Tuzla asphalt
Crni zvuk and Frenki represent
Krojcicu and Malta

At first glance this
You might like the city
But from my perspective
When you look at it, it's a disaster

Here if you have money
You have power, you will not fall
Every honor in the bank
The amount will only grow for you

Summer of ninety-two
Summer of ninety-five
Understand since then
Bosnia has become a ghetto

Another found
Potocari grave
Victims mothers Srebrenice
Let them come look for their dead

Here from the last war
Life like a landmine
Sister left without a brother
Mother lost her son

Lots of war disabled people
They have nothing to eat
So their children would
Not being on the street

Life is hard to live here
Bosnians are used to it
Without work, perspective everything
We are more criminals

Brother is at war here
The rules are strict
Here the streets are full
Criminals and drugs

Weed smokes a lot of kids
Often more than that
But everything went to hell
No one believes in God anymore

Now choose which way
You will go with crime
That you will do
Get far