Текст и перевод песни Corona, Jovica Dobrica & Pistol Pete - Na Ulicama (feat. Jovica Dobrica & Pistol Pete)

Na Ulicama (feat. Jovica Dobrica & Pistol Pete)

Prekrstim se triput
Kada svane nova zora
Linije istine kao vodene stihije mutne
Ukus je gorak
Soma na soma slažem dok skidam pijavice sa kože
Došli smo dotle da svako sranje se rešava nožem, jel bodeš Bože?
Nemoj da mi testiraš, prag bola kroz prepreje, završavaju se desestke, ulični faks sve desetke.
I budi pametan jer ovde profesori cinkare, ko izdaje drugare iz kraja.
Pička je.
Ulica kvarne kao kurding
Vaše snove živimo budni
Mi smo sinovi bludni
Svi moji ljudi sa brdom su kurvi
Sisaj ga.

On the Streets (feat. Jovica Dobrica & Pistol Pete)

I cross myself three times
When a new day breaks
Lines of truth like murky water elements
The taste is bitter
I put soma on soma while I remove leeches from my skin
We have come to the point where every shit is solved with a knife, will you stab God?
Don't test me, the pain threshold through obstacles, the tens end, street college all tens.
And be smart because here professors squeal, like friends betray their friends from the neighborhood.
It's a cunt.
The street is rotten like a Kurdish
We live your dreams while awake
We are prodigal sons
All my people from the hill are whores
Suck it.