Paroles et traduction Struka - Igra Je Kurva

Igra Je Kurva

Beograd jug... Struka... Bassivity 2003... aha... osecam vase poglede, brate.

Ovo je Srbija, crna kao Nubija, prpa,
Kad se zakuva u bloku nece pomoci ni murija,
I zivis zivot al od gije se ne odvajas,
Ulici si lojalan, a sta kad padne dojava?
Popuste ti veze (oooo),
Zaplene ti kese (oooo),
Pubovi ti upadnu sa nalogom za pretres,
I bas bezveze privedu te u muriju,
Pred sudiju, na robiju, na kraju te i ubiju.
Ostavi se svega toga, pucnjave i jurnjave,
Ruke su ti prljave a pare su ti krvave,
To tako ne ide, aj daj im pola sata sa C4 na vrata
Raznece ti pola sprata.
Eto tek tako bato ne bi ti se svidelo,
A niko nista cuo niko nista nije video,
Sad cujem interfon,
Mozda je interpol, evo ga ponovo,
Aj dodaj mi olovo!

U crne dane svi se okrecemo Gospodu,
Rolaj ga do kraja dok ti tockovi ne otpadnu,
Igra je kurva, planovi ti brzo propadnu,
Danas kule i gradovi, sutra nule i padovi...

Vidi, vidi, vidi, ova igra je kurva,
Danas furas se u Lexusu, sutra te pronadju
Sa 5 metaka u pleksusu, sutra te nema(nema problema),
Kako hoces, al dobar deo prodje,
Pa ti zlo na vrata dodje,
Vidi, reci cu ti ovo: ovo je igra misica,
Zato vadi som marica iz vodokotlica,
To ti ne treba, sine!(ali mi ne treba ni sica)
Hoces kurve iz pornica, kola 300 konjica,
Da budes gazda kafica? (aha)
Tu nema kraja sine,
Pogresan potez, kucaces na vrata raja, sine,
Robija bar 4 dine, pubovi za petama,
Barataju beretama(da saltujem u petu, a?),
Kako je u getu, a? Beda i sirotinja.
Svako svakom otima jer covek je zivotinja,
I, i nema kraja, svuda okolo resetke,
Izvuces se iz kraja? Brate, primi moje cestitke!

Ref.

The Game Is a Bitch

Belgrade, south side... Struka... Bassivity 2003... aha... I feel your eyes on me, my friend.

This is Serbia, black as the Nubian desert, shit,
When there's trouble in the block, the walls won't help,
And you live your life, but you can't break away from the street,
You're loyal to it, but what happens when the cops come knocking?
They'll confiscate your drugs (oooo),
Sieze your money (oooo),
Raid your club with a search warrant,
And take you down to the station for no reason,
Before a judge, to prison, and then they kill you.
Give it all up, the shootings and the running,
Your hands are dirty and your money is bloody,
It's not going to end well, go give them half an hour with C4 on their door
They'll blow half the building up.
I know you wouldn't like that very much,
But nobody heard anything, nobody saw anything,
Now I hear the intercom,
Maybe it's Interpol, here it goes again,
Get me some bullets!

In dark times, we all turn to God,
Smoke that blunt until the wheels fall off,
The game is a bitch, your plans will soon fall through,
Today it's towers and cities, tomorrow it's zeros and falls...

Look, look, look, this game is a bitch,
Today you're driving a Lexus, tomorrow you'll be found
With 5 bullets in your chest, tomorrow you'll be gone (no problem),
Whatever you want, a good part of it will pass you by,
And then evil will come knocking at your door,
Look, I'll tell you this: this is a muscle game,
So take that little chick out of the kettle,
You don't need it, son! (but I don't need a chick either)
Do you want whores from porn, cars with 300 horsepower,
To be the owner of a cafe? (aha)
There's no end to it, son,
One wrong move and you'll be knocking on the gates of heaven, son,
At least 4 years in prison, clubs on your tail,
They're dealing with Berettas (can I jump out the window, huh?),
That's how it is in the ghetto, huh? Poverty and misery.
Everyone steals from everyone else because man is an animal,
And, and there's no end to it, bars all around,
You got out of there? My congratulations, bro!

Chorus