Текст и перевод песни Jala Brat feat. Light & Pyrex - Dostojevski

Dostojevski

Samo ti znaš kol'ko sam bio na cesti
Al' opet sam ti pisô kao Dostojevski
Ti si moj sjaj, moja ljubav i bestie
I nemoj palit' TV, mi smo loše vijesti
Samo ti znaš kol'ko sam bio na cesti
Al' opet sam ti pisô kao Dostojevski
Ti si moj sjaj, moja ljubav i bestie
I nemoj palit' TV, mi smo loše vijesti

I vidim kao volite se
Ali njeno dupe spremno je za OnlyFans
Čuo sam da plačes i da boli te sve
Kad si čuo da sam dao sto milja na VVS
Džaba plačes, ja ti neću dati rame
Bio sam mrtav, al' ona oživjela me
Imô sam srce, al' već odavno je kamen
Oko mene drama je, kopaju mi jame
Nemam gdje zaliječit' te vatrom
Noćas ima da tе provozam kô novi Phantom
TNT, ti si mala baš to
Noćas ima da me ubiješ baš provokantno
A vidi me sada, svi mе zovu Lijepi Franco
S tvojom buljom tankom, sjedim tu za šankom
Sa njenom Biancom, u glavi sam blanco
Trideset i plus stepeni, opet sam se sankô
Ne mafijam, al' kad mafijam - mafijam kao Pac
I uvijek kajla mi sija, bebo, mora da je znak
A ti kô bilo čija, čija si? Daj mi neki znak
Mamma mia, ja sam jak, para uvijek pun je džak

Samo ti znaš kol'ko sam bio na cesti
Al' opet sam ti pisô kao Dostojevski
Ti si moj sjaj, moja ljubav i bestie
I nemoj palit' TV, mi smo loše vijesti
Samo ti znaš kol'ko sam bio na cesti
Al' opet sam ti pisô kao Dostojevski
Ti si moj sjaj, moja ljubav i bestie
I nemoj palit' TV, mi smo loše vijesti (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Άμα θέλει beef, καν' τον Patrick Swayze (Yeah)
Είμαι μες το club με το Glock στη μέση (Pew-pew)
Μες το G-Wag', σέρνω πίσω τα Jet Skis (Vroom)
First name most, second name amazing (Woah)
Πως να το περιγράψω, δεν υπάρχουν οι λέξεις (Yeah)
Roll with the G, baby girl you sexy (Woah)
Σαν να πίνει Molly, έχει άγριες ορέξεις (Yeah)
Ανέβα από πάνω μου, να μου το χορέψεις
Θα σου σπάσουμε τα μούτρα, baby boy don't test me
Έγκλημα και τιμωρία, Ντοστογιέφσκι (Yeah)
Είμασταν φτωχοί και τώρα ζούμε μ' ανέσεις (Woah)
Έμαθα πως ο σκοπός αγιάζει τα μέσα
Είμαστε εκείνοι που η μαμά σου σου 'λεγε να μην μπλέξεις
Τον πέτυχα στον δρόμο και του έκανα face lift
Δε κοιτάω καρτελάκια, το αγοράζω αν μ' αρέσει
Οι δικοί μου τα σηκώνουν και δεν λεν' ούτε λέξη (Pow-pow)

Samo ti znaš kol'ko sam bio na cesti
Al' opet sam ti pisô kao Dostojevski
Ti si moj sjaj, moja ljubav i bestie
I nemoj palit' TV, mi smo loše vijesti
Samo ti znaš kol'ko sam bio na cesti
Al' opet sam ti pisô kao Dostojevski
Ti si moj sjaj, moja ljubav i bestie
I nemoj palit' TV, mi smo loše vijesti

Nell'armadio ossa, scheletri e teschi
Nella testa i demoni come Dostoevskij
Se fossi al posto mio, dimmi cosa faresti
Come Luca Brasi vai a dormire coi pesci
Casa nueva e soffitti alti con gli affreschi
Sì, mi sto allenando, sto facendo progressi
Mi pulisco le sneakers, prima pulivo cessi
I lobi brillano come fari accesi, estoy [?] desperado
Come Antonio Banderas, swag, fresco, primavera
Ho messo Martin Margiela, ho speso tremila appena
Trendy come una modella, sto sfilando, passerella
Troppo duro, ho clientela, consegne dal Venezuela

Samo ti znaš kol'ko sam bio na cesti
Al' opet sam ti pisô kao Dostojevski
Ti si moj sjaj, moja ljubav i bestie
I nemoj palit' TV, mi smo loše vijesti
Samo ti znaš kol'ko sam bio na cesti
Al' opet sam ti pisô kao Dostojevski
Ti si moj sjaj, moja ljubav i bestie
I nemoj palit' TV, mi smo loše vijesti

Dostoevsky

Only you know how much I've been on the streets
But I still wrote to you like Dostoevsky
You are my light, my love, and my bestie
And don't turn on the TV, we are bad news
Only you know how much I've been on the streets
But I still wrote to you like Dostoevsky
You are my light, my love, and my bestie
And don't turn on the TV, we are bad news

And I see how you love each other
But her ass is ready for OnlyFans
I heard you're crying and it all hurts you
When you heard I gave a hundred miles on VVS
Don't cry in vain, I won't give you a shoulder
I was dead, but she brought me back to life
I had a heart, but it's been a stone for a long time
There's drama around me, they're digging graves for me
I have nowhere to heal you with fire
Tonight I'm gonna drive you like a new Phantom
TNT, you're a little girl, that's it
Tonight you're gonna kill me, so provocative
And look at me now, everyone calls me Handsome Franco
With your skinny bulge, I'm sitting here at the bar
With her Bianca, I'm blank in the head
Thirty plus degrees, I got drunk again
I'm not mafia, but when I'm mafia - I'm mafia like Pac
And my necklace is always shining, baby, it must be a sign
And you're like anyone's, whose are you? Give me a sign
Mamma mia, I'm strong, the bag is always full of money

Only you know how much I've been on the streets
But I still wrote to you like Dostoevsky
You are my light, my love, and my bestie
And don't turn on the TV, we are bad news
Only you know how much I've been on the streets
But I still wrote to you like Dostoevsky
You are my light, my love, and my bestie
And don't turn on the TV, we are bad news (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

If he wants beef, make him Patrick Swayze (Yeah)
I'm in the club with the Glock in the middle (Pew-pew)
In the G-Wag, I drag the Jet Skis behind (Vroom)
First name most, second name amazing (Woah)
How to describe it, there are no words (Yeah)
Roll with the G, baby girl you sexy (Woah)
Like she's drinking Molly, she has wild desires (Yeah)
Get on top of me, dance it for me
We'll break your face, baby boy don't test me
Crime and punishment, Dostoevsky (Yeah)
We were poor and now we live in comfort (Woah)
I learned that the end justifies the means
We're the ones your mom told you not to mess with
I met him on the street and I gave him a face lift
I don't look at price tags, I buy it if I like it
My guys pick them up and they don't say a word (Pow-pow)

Only you know how much I've been on the streets
But I still wrote to you like Dostoevsky
You are my light, my love, and my bestie
And don't turn on the TV, we are bad news
Only you know how much I've been on the streets
But I still wrote to you like Dostoevsky
You are my light, my love, and my bestie
I don't turn on the TV, we are bad news

Bones, skeletons and skulls in the closet
Demons in my head like Dostoevsky
If you were in my place, tell me what you would do
Like Luca Brasi, go to sleep with the fish
New house and high ceilings with frescoes
Yes, I'm training, I'm making progress
I clean my sneakers, I used to clean toilets
The lobes shine like headlights on, estoy [?] desperado
Like Antonio Banderas, swag, fresh, spring
I put on Martin Margiela, I just spent three thousand
Trendy like a model, I'm parading, catwalk
Too hard, I have clientele, deliveries from Venezuela

Only you know how much I've been on the streets
But I still wrote to you like Dostoevsky
You are my light, my love, and my bestie
And don't turn on the TV, we are bad news
Only you know how much I've been on the streets
But I still wrote to you like Dostoevsky
You are my light, my love, and my bestie
And don't turn on the TV, we are bad news