Paroles et traduction Frenkie - Ja ne znam

Ja ne znam

Ja sam poljska konjica koja ide na tenkove
No opstajem samo dok pisem ove redove
Gasim lazne urlike
Sve dok ima publike

Pucat cu istinu kroz ove zvucnike
Prica vam je suplja kao jebeni saht
Donosim cinjenicu i fakt uz svaki jebeni takt
S istinom sam davno slozio pakt

Gazim sve ispred sebe kao jebeni ver maht
Frenki se pretvara u smrt kad mic uzme
Od danas je smrt majstor iz jebene tuzle
Ja sam kap koja je prelila casu

Seljaci nek sjasu
Ubijam svaku rijec vasu
Zelim redom ic
Ja sam istina ko vesovic

Kao abdulah sidran i kao
Miljenko i jergovic
Necu pero dic
Ispast picka ko brijegovic

Ja cu cvrsto svojom stazom
I svijetom ic
Nek me zapamte
I nek sat naviju

Nek vide kako ubijam ovu bosansku seljadiju
Za jedan rucak i rakiju oni se saviju
Potplacene picke nek mi se na kurac nabiju
Moje oci ne znaju ni za kakvu boju

Moj jezik nikad ne dijeli na moju i tvoju
Kod mene se ne dijele po nekom sloju
Ja vidim kazem i spasim dusu svoju

Ponavljaj zamnom sad
Prati me...

Ja sam bhf
Ja sam pokret dosta
Ja sam gola istina
Ja sam bosna

Ja sam drina necu nikad presusit
Ja sam neretva i una koja ce vas ugusit
Ja sam oluja koja ce vas sve potopit
Zakon koji ce vas gonit kazna koju cete dobit

Bitka u kojoj cete se svi vi slomit
Ja sam grad koji nikad necete osvojit
Otvaram vrata samo onom ko bjezi
Zatvaram i zakljucavam onom ko goni i rezi

Ja sam psiho koji ubija lazi tiho
Iza mojih leda nece ostati ziv niko
Sa supljim rijecima prepadate sam' budale
Necete opstat vase sanse su male

Mase koje se zale su iza nas stale
To vam potvrduju nasi koncerti i pune hale
Vrijeme je da fasuju vec dugo nisu
Ja njihove lazi prepoznajem po rukopisu

Odavde nemamo kud
Vrijeme je da izademo na pravi put
I slomimo taj krug

Dosta je kica
Vi za mene ste sica
S ovim tekstom pocinje nova balkanska prica
Prekini lance
Prestani bit rob

Ovo je povratak cigana
Spremite se na grob

I Don't Know

I am a Polish horseman riding into tanks
But I exist only as I write these lines
I am silencing false cries
As long as there is an audience

I will shoot the truth through these speakers
Your story is empty like a fucking cesspool
I bring fact and fact at every fucking beat
I have long since made a pact with the truth

I am running over everything ahead of me like a fucking armored vehicle
Frenkie turns into death when he takes the microphone
From today death is a master from fucking Tuzla
I am the drop that spilled the glass

Let the peasants step down
I am killing every word of yours
I want to go in order
I'm the truth like Vesovic

Like Abdulah Sidran and like
Miljenko and Jergovic
I won't give up on my pen
I'll become a dick like Brijegovic

I will firmly walk my path
And travel the world
Let them remember me
And let them set the clock

Let them see how I kill this Bosnian peasantry
For a single lunch and rakia they fold
Let paid whores suck my cock
My eyes do not know any color

My tongue never divides into mine and yours
People are not divided by some class with me
I see, I say, and save my soul

Repeat after me now
Follow me...

I am BHF
I am the Enough Movement
I am the Naked Truth
I am Bosnia

I am the Drina, I will never dry up
I am the Neretva and Una that will suffocate you
I am the storm that will drown you all
The law that will chase you, the punishment you will receive

The battle in which you will all break
I am the city you will never conquer
I open the doors only to those who are fleeing
I close and lock up those who chase and cut

I am the psycho who kills lies quietly
Nobody will be left alive behind me
You only scare fools with empty words
You will not survive, your chances are small

The masses that are running away have stood behind us
Our concerts and full halls confirm this to you
It's time for them to get paid, it's been a long time
I recognize their lies by their handwriting

There's no turning back
It's time to get on the right path
And break the vicious cycle

Enough with the empty promises
You're small fry to me
A new Balkan story begins with this text
Break the chains
Stop being a slave

This is the return of the Gypsies
Prepare for the grave