Paroles et traduction Frenkie - Izgubljeni Snovi

Izgubljeni Snovi

Idi sad druze moj
Ljubavi pozdrav mi
Odnesi, mojoj ti
Putu mom tu je kraj
Umoran ovdje ja cu stati
Zelim mir
Na kraju svake price
Ti ostanu lijepi snovi
Mastovite price o lovi
Sjecanja na lijepe dane
Ja rusim zidove iz glave
Gledam zivot sa strane
Posmatram stare jarane
Koji pucaju kao grane
Ponekad je strah me
Slusat' te price, sta me se tice
A treb'o sam poslusat'
Barem jedno bice
Najboljeg jarana koji u pomoc
Vice, vice, vice, vice, vice
Prestani pricat'
O tim furkama na drogi
Super je tebi na bobi
Al' to je samo stepenica nize
Dan dolazi blize
Kad ce ti ona dojaditi
I prestat' da te dize
I vec vidim hitna kako stize
A tebi u ruci igla je zabodena
Stara ti je dozivjela slom
I u bolnicu odvedena
A tvoj stari se na sahrani
Na mene dere
Sto te nisam pazio
Ja sam tek to shvatio
Kad sam sliku u dzep stavio
Sad ti gledam sliku
I sjecam se kad smo pili
Prvi put travu pusili
I govorili jebo hemiju
Treb'o si mi biti kum
Dvije glave, jedan um
Prije sam mog'o puno vise
Uticat' na tebe
A sad listam proslo vrijeme
Gledam gdje smo pali
Ali nema, buraz, jedno poglavlje
U toj prici fali
Prije smo se talili za albume nove
Onda si se talio za bobe
I rok'o tramale kod rodje
I non stop si zvao mene
Na rave party da dodjem
Kako pomoc drugom
Ako tim putem podje
Nikad se nisam fur'o na ulogu vodje
Al' kod tebe sam fakat
Jedno vrijeme mozda cak i treb'o
Primjetio sam jer si me drugacije gled'o
Nisi k'o prije se zez'o
Al' mi nisi nikad nista rek'o
Mozda si me tako
Ustvari upomoc zvao
Al' ja to nisam znao
Samo da si mi jedan znak dao
I onu jaknu kad si prod'o
Ja sam kasnije skont'o zasto
Im'o si dug kod dilera
On ti nije prast'o
One price o skidanju
Sad znam da si mast'o
Prije sam ti vjerov'o
A kasnije si me samo lag'o
Jedan bez drugog prije nije nigdje mako
Kasnije si furo s kim si stig'o
I gdje god si lovu dig'o
Sve si s nekim lafo jaranima
Na gadro spicko
Govorio si kako su ti oni pravi jarani
Al' svako je vidio
Da je to interes ustvari
De mi, Frenkie, cenera pozajmi
Sutra navrati
I jebo mater ako ti ja to sve
Sutra odmah ne vratim
Najkasnije tad
Sve sam treb'o znat'
Al' nisam mog'o vjerovat'
Sad se osjecam krivim
Ne mogu da se pomirim
I taj gubitak da primim
Da sam te bar
Kod tvojih roditelja izd'o
Kad si onog taksistu
Zbog onih par maraka izb'o
I onaj nakit kad si
Onog dana od stare ukr'o
Skont'o sam da si preduboko
U to sranje up'o
Sitnice bude u meni
One lude slike stare
Zajednicke gide i upute tvoje
Kak' se cure bare
I tvoj mladji brat
Na tebe sad pravo lici
Nekad kad ga vidim
Zovem ga imenom tvojim
Al' za njega se ne bojim
On nece tvojim putem ici
Svaki dan na trening pici
S tim ce jos daleko stici
Bice pravi jebac
K'o sto smo uvijek govorili
Mi smo se za trebe borili
A njemu dolaze sad same
I to ne one glupace k'o nama
Nego prave dame
I uvijek kad ga vidim
Jako k'o tebe ga grlim
Stara ti od onog dana
Nije bas vise ista
I dalje ti je soba cista
Nikom ne da da dira ista
Uvijek pita neka tvoja
Stara majica kod mene
Jer treba da bude sve cisto
I spremno za tebe
Uvijek se jezim
Kad s njom u istoj sobi sjedim
A brat svaki dan
Cvrsto grli i ljubi nju
A ona prica s tobom
K'o da si za stolom tu
I uvijek kaze, Frenkie, vrati majicu
Nemoj da bi zaboravio
Stari ti se popravio
I on je dosta propatio
Al' ozdravio je
Na kraju svega fino se oporavio
Cesto nazove, pita, trebal' mi love
Ne zna za siroke tole
Glumi neke reperske fore
Znas, bolan, kako nas je
Uvijek zez'o prije
Samo sad sto mu osmijeh
Na licu isti nije
Nedostajes mi, brate
Neki ne mogu da shvate
Kako tuga tol'ko traje
I zasto ne zivim vise dalje
Jarane, ne mogu
K'o da si mi iscup'o nogu
S tobom umro je i dio mene
A onaj drugi vene
Sto nastupa sam tebi posvetio
Nadam se da sam se barem malo
Promjenio i opametio
Nisam znao da mi droga
Moze druga otet'
Znam, sad ne mogu
Vratit' vrijeme i ispocetka pocet'
Al' navece kad legnem da spavam
Vidim te opet i opet
I na kraju svake price
Ti ostanu lijepi snovi
Mastovite price o lovi
Sjecanja na lijepe dane
Ja rusim zidove iz glave
Gledam zivot sa strane
Posmatram stare jarane
Koji pucaju kao grane
Ponekad strah me

Lost Dreams

Go now, my friend,
Say goodbye to my love for me,
Take it to her, my dear,
My path ends here.
Tired, I will stop here,
I want peace.
At the end of every story,
Beautiful dreams remain,
Imaginative tales of wealth,
Memories of good times.
I tear down the walls from my mind,
I look at life from the sidelines,
I observe old friends,
Who are breaking like branches.
Sometimes I'm afraid
To listen to those stories, what do they have to do with me?
But I should have listened,
To at least one being,
My best friend who shouts for help,
Shouts, shouts, shouts, shouts, shouts.
Stop talking
About those drug-fueled adventures,
You feel great on heroin,
But that's just a step down.
The day is coming closer
When she will bore you
And stop lifting you up,
And I can already see the ambulance arriving,
And you have a needle stuck in your arm.
Your mom had a breakdown
And was taken to the hospital,
And your dad at the funeral
Is yelling at me,
For not taking care of you.
I only realized that
When I put your picture in my pocket.
Now I look at your picture
And remember when we were drinking,
Smoking weed for the first time,
And saying "fuck chemistry".
You were supposed to be my best man,
Two heads, one mind.
I used to be able to do much more,
To influence you,
And now I'm flipping through the past,
Looking at where we fell,
But there's one chapter missing, brother,
In that story.
We used to crave new albums,
Then you craved heroin
And popped tramadol at your cousin's,
And you kept calling me,
To come to rave parties.
How can I help a friend,
If he goes down that path?
I never fancied myself as a leader,
But with you, I really,
Maybe even should have for a while.
I noticed because you looked at me differently,
You didn't joke around like before,
But you never said anything to me.
Maybe that's how,
You were actually calling for help,
But I didn't know.
If only you had given me a sign,
And that jacket when you sold it,
I later realized why.
You had a debt with the dealer,
He didn't forgive you.
Those stories about quitting,
Now I know you were dreaming.
I used to believe you,
And later you just lied to me.
We used to go nowhere without each other,
Later you went with whoever you could,
And wherever you got money,
You spent it all on drugs
With some so-called friends.
You said they were your real friends,
But everyone saw
That it was actually self-interest.
Hey Frenkie, lend me ten bucks,
Come by tomorrow,
And fuck me if I don't
Pay you back tomorrow,
At the latest then.
I should have known everything,
But I couldn't believe it.
Now I feel guilty,
I can't reconcile,
And accept that loss.
If only I had
Ratted you out to your parents,
When you beat up that taxi driver
For those few bucks,
And that jewelry when you
Stole from your mom that day,
I realized you were too deep
Into that shit.
Little things trigger
Those old crazy images in me,
Our joint adventures and your instructions,
On how to pick up girls.
And your younger brother
Now looks just like you,
Sometimes when I see him,
I call him by your name.
But I'm not worried about him,
He won't go down your path,
He goes to training every day,
He'll go far with that.
He'll be a real stud,
Like we always said.
We fought for girls,
And now they come to him on their own,
And not those stupid ones like we had,
But real ladies.
And whenever I see him,
I hug him tight like I hugged you.
Your mom since that day
Isn't quite the same anymore,
Your room is still clean,
She doesn't let anyone touch anything.
She always asks if I have one of your
Old shirts,
Because everything needs to be clean
And ready for you.
I always get goosebumps
When I sit in the same room with her,
And your brother every day
Hugs her tight and kisses her,
And she talks to you
As if you were at the table with us.
And she always says, "Frenkie, return the shirt,
Don't forget."
Your dad has gotten better,
He suffered a lot too,
But he recovered,
In the end, he recovered well.
He often calls, asks if I need money,
He doesn't know about wide pants,
He imitates some rapper stuff.
You know, man, how he
Always used to tease us before,
Only now his smile
Is not the same on his face.
I miss you, brother.
Some people can't understand
How grief lasts so long
And why I don't move on.
Buddy, I can't,
It's like you ripped off my leg.
A part of me died with you,
And the other part withers.
I dedicated the show I'm doing alone to you,
I hope I've at least changed a little
And become wiser.
I didn't know that drugs
Could take away a friend.
I know, I can't
Turn back time and start over,
But at night when I go to sleep,
I see you again and again.
And at the end of every story,
Beautiful dreams remain,
Imaginative tales of wealth,
Memories of good times.
I tear down the walls from my mind,
I look at life from the sidelines,
I observe old friends,
Who are breaking like branches.
Sometimes I'm afraid.