Текст и перевод песни Jala - 22 (feat. Buba Corelli)

22 (feat. Buba Corelli)

Yeah, suze u oku
Moji ljudi tu su na bloku
Moje rane tu su na tjelu
Moja braća tu su na oku

Moja majka ima želju
Samo sina da ne vidi u grobu
Zato ganjam para punu torbu
Dok čekam borbu k'o rob slobodu

Pola grada sanja sreću
Od sranja sreću vidio sam sto put
Sve je kocka, manju ili veću
đavolji trokut prati u stopu

U sate sitne, kurave radi cvaje
Krvare na sred hitne
Sjećanja vrate grad
Dok kriješ ožiljke na se bitne

Umalo dao život,
A ma jebo te zivot kada sranje je živo
I jebo te havere, gdje su iza mene
Kada me boli, kada nebo je sivo

Slike, kavere, slavu, spotove,
Kurve, nastupe kad im je krivo,
Mrtvi za mene ste s kamenjem
Al' ja ne kazem adio

Moj život nije tvoj
K'o borac kad ide u boj
Borba, zlo, boj i znoj
Moj čopor bit ozdozgo

K'o stroj na vas navazdo
Inat, sila, sila smo
Vi k'o spoj lošeg tekstila
Mi k'o Versace i svila smo

Nekada sam sanjao sve ovo
U sobi 22 sa olovom u pištolju
Nekada sam sanjao sve novo
U sobi 22 u kojoj sada štekam lovu

U sobi 22
Snovi u sobi 22
Nek' zovu 122
Imam kalibar 22

U sobi 22
Snovi u sobi 22
Nek' zovu 122
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Snovi u sobi 22
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Kurve u bloku,
S' njihovih guzova vuk'o sam koku
Vreli su meci u gloku
S' jednom sam nogom u grobu

Štek'o sam robu u torbi u stropu
Moja majka je bila u šoku
Kune i moli za moju slobodu
Dok oni me šutaju pred njom na podu

Previše toga smo prošli
Da bi sad tek tako stali
Ovdje svako svačiju tajnu zna
Jer moj grad je tako mali

K'o djeca smo imali snove
Ali oni su u vodu pali
Sebi lopatom kopali grob
Dok dno nismo dotakli nismo ni stali

Bili smo mladi, nismo ni znali
Kako se sudbina s ljudima šali
Neki su duše đavolu dali
Ulicom harali, palili, krali

Bože halali,
Sve sto sam htjeo je krajem da provozam novi mercedes,
Novi mercedes
Kurve na nastupu našem se skidaju k'o da je pretres

Sve se vrti u krug
Vraćam se da vam naplatim dug
Moji ljudi stoje iza mene tu
Da leđa mi čuvaju kad podje po zlu

Mogu jebat pičku koju god hoću
Naduvan cjeli dan lupam se noću

Kad ne dobijem milom
Dobit silom ću
Karam repere k'o kurve što glume finoću

Nekada sam sanjao sve ovo
U sobi 22 sa olovom u pištolju
Nekada sam sanjao sve novo
U sobi 22 u kojoj sada štekam lovu

U sobi 22
Snovi u sobi 22
Nek' zovu 122
Imam kalibar 22

U sobi 22
Snovi u sobi 22
Nek' zovu 122
Imam kalibar 22

Snovi u sobi 22
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22 (feat. Buba Corelli)

Yeah, tears in my eyes
My people are here on the block
My wounds are here on my body
My brothers are here, watching my back

My mother has a wish
Only that her son doesn't end up in a grave
That's why I'm chasing a bag full of cash
While I'm waiting for the fight like a prisoner waiting for freedom

Half the city dreams of happiness
I've seen happiness from shit a hundred times
Everything is a gamble, smaller or bigger
The devil's triangle follows every step

In the wee hours, whores work for flowers
Bleeding in the middle of the ER
Memories bring back the city
While you're hiding important scars on yourself

I almost gave my life
But fuck life when shit's alive
And fuck the hauls, where are they behind me
When I'm in pain, when the sky is gray

Pictures, covers, fame, videos,
Whores, gigs when they feel bad,
You're dead to me, with stones
But I'm not saying goodbye

My life is not yours
Like a fighter going into battle
Struggle, evil, fight and sweat
My pack will be from above

Like a machine, always on you
Spite, force, we are force
You're like a bad textile connection
We're like Versace and silk

I used to dream of all this
In room 22 with lead in my gun
I used to dream of everything new
In room 22 where I now stash cash

In room 22
Dreams in room 22
Let them call 122
I have a .22 caliber

In room 22
Dreams in room 22
Let them call 122
I have a .22 caliber

Dreams in room 22
In room 22
Dreams in room 22
In room 22
Dreams in room 22
In room 22
Dreams in room 22

Whores on the block
I pulled coke from their asses
The bullets in the Glock are hot
I'm one foot in the grave

I stashed the goods in a bag in the ceiling
My mother was in shock
She prays for my freedom
While they kick me in front of her on the floor

We've been through too much
To just stop now
Everyone here knows everyone's secret
Because my city is so small

We had dreams like children
But they fell into the water
Digging their own graves with a shovel
We didn't stop until we reached the bottom

We were young, we didn't even know
How fate plays with people
Some gave their souls to the devil
They ravaged the streets, burned, stole

God forgive me,
All I wanted was to drive a new Mercedes at the end,
New Mercedes
Whores at our gigs strip like it's a search

Everything goes in circles
I'm coming back to collect my debt
My people are standing behind me here
To watch my back when things go wrong

I can fuck any pussy I want
High all day I bang myself at night

When I don't get it nicely
I'll get it by force
I'm fucking rappers like whores pretending to be nice

I used to dream of all this
In room 22 with lead in my gun
I used to dream of everything new
In room 22 where I now stash cash

In room 22
Dreams in room 22
Let them call 122
I have a .22 caliber

In room 22
Dreams in room 22
Let them call 122
I have a .22 caliber

Dreams in room 22
In room 22
Dreams in room 22
In room 22
Dreams in room 22
In room 22
Dreams in room 22

Dreams in room 22

Dreams in room 22

Dreams in room 22

Dreams in room 22

In room 22