Paroles et traduction Frenkie - Soundtrack

Soundtrack

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Ovo je soundtrack
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Po danu se ne dam a nocima kad se u san predam
Cujem crkvena zvona i sa dzamije cujem ezan
Sretan narod koji gledam dok se gradom setam
I nema više problema o kojima sam znao da repam
Zelim kada ostarim imat cega da se sjecam
Sebi cu da obecam, svoje ciljeve da povecam
Ne zelim se pomirit sa tim sto sada vec imam
Sklapacu slova u rijeci i dalje cu nastaviti da rimam
Imam slike koje me u taj lijepi svijet odvode
Jer samo tamo moje misli mogu da se odmore
Neka mi komad tog svijeta odlome i poklone
A ja cu dati paranoje koje me nocima progone
Nadam se da bog jos moze da nam pomogne
I nek se samo ove prosle godine ne ponove
Samo neka nam posalje one stvari osnovne
I garantujem mu da brod Bosna nece da potone
Poznanstva vise nisu bitna, stela je riba sitna
Talenat ce toga dana biti uloga veoma bitna
Zivot nije gdje pobjedjuju oni u foteljama
To je se promijenilo sirom svijeta u svim zemljama
Promjenice se jednog dana vala i u Bosni
Samo trebamo imati tvrde glave i jos tvrđe kosti
Nece vise moci kad pocnem rijecima bosti
Taj val ce doci i niko nece uspjet da ga koci
Dignimo glas, otvorimo oci upotrijebicemo
Ako bude trebalo i obje nase sake
Samo da sa vlasti skinemo ove seljake
Ako i novim lose krene i njih ce ljudi da smjene
REFREN:

Cijela Bosna je geto i ti znas sve to
Ali ne bi nista rek'o, jer bi se mozda opek'o
Ti si iz nebesa u istinu pao tek
Dobro doso care ovo je bosanski soundtrack
Cijeli Balkan je geto i ti znas sve to
Ali ne bi nista rek'o, jer bi se mozda opek'o
Ti si iz nebesa u istinu pao tek
Dobro doso care ovo je balkanski soundtrack
Ja sam mislio da o ovom zivotu znam dosta toga
Bio sam sretan cvrsto i ubjedjeno vjerovo i u Boga
Ljudi, sloga znam da danas nema vise toga
Kako kod koga, kod mene beatovi, graffiti, soba
To mi je droga, tu se mogu ugasit' i spasit'
Jer me zele spalit', al' ja sam ih uspio provalit'
Zele me zavest' sa lazima koje mi u lice bace
Zato ne pricam sa svima jer me samo rijetki shvate
Nisam baksuz, niti glupan a vala ni genije
Ja samo sklapam rime koje nisu bas za medije
Istina na balkanu ne godi bas svakom
Slijepi hodaju danom a pametni se kriju mrakom
Zato kad sam u Tuzli ja volim mjesecarit'
Sa Macom i Soulom cu jednu pravu stvar uradit'
Prije svoje smrti pokusacu san ostvarit'
Nekom se nece svidit' ali zato ce ga neki pohvalit'
Moji su jarani rasuti sirom svijeta
Sve je manje omladine u gradu zar to nije steta
Bosna poput geta hljeb i jebena argeta
A ti bolje suti il' ces postati jebena meta
Na kraju ce Bosnu napustit' sva imena velika
A imace ih Austrija Australija i Amerika
Djeca nece znat' ko je Zeljo, Sloboda il' Celik
Djeca nece znat' cak ni maternji jezik
Ovo je soundtrack mog dosadasnjeg zivota
Moja unutrašnja ružnoća i jebena ljepota
Kakva je ocjena niska ili visoka
Dal' sam poput idiota il' poput patriota?
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Cijela Bosna je geto i ti znas sve to
Ali ne bi nista rek'o, jer bi se mozda opek'o
Ti si iz nebesa u istinu pao tek
Dobro doso care ovo je bosanski soundtrack
Cijeli Balkan je geto i ti znas sve to
Ali ne bi nista rek'o, jer bi se mozda opek'o
Ti si iz nebesa u istinu pao tek
Dobro doso care ovo je balkanski soundtrack

Soundtrack

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This is the soundtrack
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During the day, I won't give in, but at night when I surrender to sleep
I hear church bells and the call to prayer from the mosque
A happy nation I see as I walk through the city
And there are no more problems that I used to rap about
When I grow old, I want to have something to remember
I will promise myself to increase my goals
I don't want to settle for what I already have
I will continue to put words together and keep rhyming
I have pictures that take me to that beautiful world
Because only there can my thoughts rest
Let them break off and give me a piece of that world
And I will give the paranoia that haunts me at night
I hope God can still help us
And may these past years never repeat themselves
Just let him send us the basic things
And I guarantee him that the ship Bosnia will not sink
Acquaintances are no longer important, connections are small fish
Talent will be a very important role that day
Life is not where those in armchairs win
That has changed all over the world in all countries
It will change one day, even in Bosnia
We just need to have hard heads and even harder bones
They won't be able to do it anymore when I start to sting with words
That wave will come and no one will be able to stop it
Let's raise our voices, open our eyes, we will use
If necessary, both our fists
Just to get these peasants out of power
If things go wrong for the new ones, people will replace them too
CHORUS:

All of Bosnia is a ghetto and you know all that
But you wouldn't say anything, because you might get burned
You just fell from heaven into the truth
Welcome emperor, this is the Bosnian soundtrack
The whole Balkans is a ghetto and you know all that
But you wouldn't say anything, because you might get burned
You just fell from heaven into the truth
Welcome emperor, this is the Balkan soundtrack
I thought I knew a lot about this life
I was happy and firmly and convincingly believed in God
People, unity, I know that there is no more of that today
It depends on the person, for me it's beats, graffiti, a room
That's my drug, there I can fade away and be saved
Because they want to burn me, but I managed to figure them out
They want to deceive me with lies that they throw in my face
That's why I don't talk to everyone because only a few understand me
I'm not unlucky, nor stupid, nor a genius
I just put together rhymes that are not really for the media
The truth in the Balkans does not suit everyone
The blind walk by day and the smart hide in the dark
That's why when I'm in Tuzla I like to moonwalk
With Maco and Soul I will do one real thing
Before I die I will try to make my dream come true
Some will not like it, but others will praise it
My friends are scattered all over the world
There are fewer and fewer young people in the city, isn't that a pity
Bosnia like a ghetto, bread and damn argeta
And you better shut up or you'll become a damn target
In the end, all the big names will leave Bosnia
And Austria, Australia and America will have them
Children will not know who Zeljo, Sloboda or Celik are
Children will not even know their mother tongue
This is the soundtrack of my life so far
My inner ugliness and damn beauty
What is the grade, low or high
Am I like an idiot or like a patriot?
CHORUS:

All of Bosnia is a ghetto and you know all that
But you wouldn't say anything, because you might get burned
You just fell from heaven into the truth
Welcome emperor, this is the Bosnian soundtrack
The whole Balkans is a ghetto and you know all that
But you wouldn't say anything, because you might get burned
You just fell from heaven into the truth
Welcome emperor, this is the Balkan soundtrack