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

Borba (feat. Buba Corelli)

Ne zovem upomoc
Jer nitko ne cuje mi glas
Sam na cesti u ponoc proc
Jos borim se ne spavam

Gradom pijan hodam
Gradom k′o da nema me s vama
Oko mene tama, mama kuci sama
Zato ku'cu sada necu bez para

Refren
Moj zivot je borba u rukama gun
Na korak do groba za para pun dlan
Kao san ruzan, naoruzan
Vi uzeli bi moje kao da sam duzan

Nisam mislio da ljudi zele
Da me vide dole na dnu
Po gradu nepravdu kupuju novcem
Gdje doslovce ukradu nadu

Zato dizem gard, cuvam bradu
Nema veze sto vide nas kao bandu
I nema veze sto zavide kada vide da nam ide
Stojim nasred vladavine nema undo

Suze jezivo zaboli mama znaj da se borim
Za nas znam da kazu da je put trnovit
Pa nagasam da fluimo ka je gori
Nego kada ga sagori u prah hramovi

Glum put sanjam put obecanja lud opet sanjam
Bez kapetana ka ritmu dobar lio-pov
Glup opet voli znaju ovi lupovi
Pa njima lupovi kada tu su stupovi

Necu dati da me vide u suzama palog
Umalo srce stalo, jace je zalupalo cujem malo
Imaju naloga, imam nalog, dajem im sve u zalog
Sanjo sam nju i naseg sina malog

Sanjo sam zivot od ovog bolji malo
Ali dzavolje oci, noci me gledaju naduvanog
Palog tiskano po dlanom vragom
I sakrio ranom tamo
Zahitio rano zato me ne zovi tamo

Moj zivot je borba u rukama gun
Na korak do groba za para pun dlan
Kao san ruzan, naoruzan
Vi uzeli bi moje kao da sam duzan

Iso korak po korak to me dovde dovelo je
Cora nije sta, krv i znoj proljevo je
Nedo ti Bog da imas ove nocne more moje

Nekad davno bilo tvoje sto se voljelo je
Jer to dvoje jedno za drugo bilo bas stvoreno je
U zivotu ne bude onako kako planiramo
Metak je pogodio srce koje slomljeno je

Znam kako je kad nisu ti pri ruci novci
Svi moji drugovi su ti zestoki momci
U ovoj dzungli primorani smo bit lovci
Pucaju zivci mi na ulici ko konci

Pritisak previse velik
Cini mi se gubim razum,(razum)
Cupam vrece kad drugi ljudi zasluzili kaznu
Sve vise teznja, sjena mu u gabuli kazu
Svi uvijek dizu ruku gdje god

Moj zivot je borba u rukama gun
Na korak do groba za para pun dlan
Kao san ruzan, naoruzan
Vi uzeli bi moje kao da sam duzan

Struggle (feat. Buba Corelli)

I'm not calling for help
Because no one hears my voice
Alone on the road at midnight
I'm still fighting, I'm not sleeping

I walk the city drunk
Through the city as if I'm not with you
Darkness around me, mom's home alone
That's why I won't go home now without money

Chorus
My life is a struggle with a gun in my hands
One step away from the grave for a handful of cash
Like a bad dream, armed
You would take mine as if I owed you

I didn't think people wanted
To see me down at the bottom
They buy injustice in the city with money
Where they literally steal hope

That's why I'm raising my guard, protecting my chin
It doesn't matter that they see us as a gang
And it doesn't matter that they envy us when they see us succeeding
I'm standing in the middle of the reign, there's no undo

Tears hurt terribly, mom, know that I'm fighting
For us, I know they say the path is thorny
So I insist that we flow up high
Than when it burns down temples to dust

I dream a dumb path, a path of promises, crazy again I dream
Without a captain, following the rhythm of a good leo-pov
Stupid again loves, these beats know
So beats for them when the pillars are here

I won't let them see me in tears, fallen
Almost my heart stopped, it fell in love stronger, I hear a little
They have orders, I have an order, I give them everything as collateral
I dreamed of her and our little son

I dreamed of a life a little better than this
But devil eyes, nights watch me swollen
Fallen printed on the palm by the devil
And hid it with a wound there
Got hooked early, so don't call me there

My life is a struggle with a gun in my hands
One step away from the grave for a handful of cash
Like a bad dream, armed
You would take mine as if I owed you

Step by step, that's what got me here
It wasn't cheap, blood and sweat were shed
God forbid you have these nightmares of mine

Once upon a time, what you loved was yours
Because these two were made for each other
Life doesn't go as planned
The bullet hit a broken heart

I know how it is when you don't have money at hand
All my friends are tough guys
In this jungle we are forced to be hunters
My nerves are snapping on the street like threads

Too much pressure
I feel like I'm losing my mind,(mind)
I'm snatching bags when other people deserve punishment
More and more yearning, his shadow in the trap they say
Everyone always raises their hand wherever

My life is a struggle with a gun in my hands
One step away from the grave for a handful of cash
Like a bad dream, armed
You would take mine as if I owed you