Текст и перевод песни Krešo Bengalka feat. Stipe Srdela - Nokturno

Nokturno

Tako je ovdi tako je ovdi
Broji se kovano ler je u modi
Pive u staklu se prazne na boni
Vrti se spirina dim i bomboni
Živi se klizavo na tankom ledu
Dimi se probrano svi su na svemu
Svote se mlate i grme u trenu
Lampama pune se kuće na selu
Tribaš li išta slobodno zovni
Imam tri banke i glavu u torbi
Živim za zakid na piz u sezoni
U mome kraju gore motori
Odakle stižem odakle stižem
Ovdi sam zato jer ne znam za bolje
Tu sam da zavrtim kintu od priše
I pare da spičkam od lita do nove
Stižem iz splita nema mi sutra
Kasnim di stignem na ruci mi čuka
Češem se kesama svrbi me kljuka
Sve šta sam do sad steka sam ukra
Ljudi mi kažu da težak sam slučaj
Za bilokakav incident sam stručan
Radim šta radim jer mustra sam luđa
U karoce sidnem i časti me kuća
U carvera sidnem i časti me kuća
Tamo sam di je brzina i vuča
Tamo san di je divljina i buka
Život u džungli je posta mi struka
Davim ka udav i nosim se skupo
Dili me jedan korak do žutog
Šmrćem na struju pušim za troje
Likove zovem pod skrivenim brojem
Bija sam problem posta sam veći
Lažem i stalno sam primazan nečim
Sve sta sam ima sam spička na program
Pičim po svome briga me dokad
Okrićem brojke gledam u nokat
U praksi sam spirina u priči koka
Iz tjedna u tjedan od meda do meda
Orilo gorilo vječna sam brokva
Jebeš kriminal posta sam gori
Radim u inat i da bi se puca
Mrzim i dilam radim šta volim
U sitne sate po vratima kucam
Briga me sine koje je vrime
Koliko kome je kako i kada
Znaš da ne jeben đireve krive
Pičke planiraju živim za sada
Ja sam ka đava šta za vratom dahće
Probrana škalja šta ubrzo past će
Štruca i mira u prvoj na stolu
Labava desetka prepuna drače
Polje u vlaškoj sjema šta niče
Zadnja san shema kad nema ničeg
Ja sam sve ono šta ti nebi tija
Ja sam sve ono šta ti nebi smija
Pucam u leđa bodem u mraku
Likove kratim za šetnje po gradu
Od svake prijetnje moja je veća
Na dvi sam uvjetne čeka me treća
Ne skrivam vagu mutim tablete
Stalno pregledavam kvart kroz rolete
Vozim na crno ne jebem papire
Ne jedem ništa od petka do sride
Ćela i cvike život u magli
U istome loopu sam zapea gadno
Pari mi ka da će neko me maknit
Jer klizim po rubu i fali mi malo
Split mi je premal posta sam širi
Sve šta sam proda sam otea silom
Živim za nemar blitvu na miri
Ako mi upadnu past ću sa stilom

PAST ĆU SA STILOM PAST ĆU SA STILOM
AKO MI UPADNU PAST ĆU SA KILOM
SVAKOG SAM DANA PO PLANU BEZ PLANA
SVAKOM SAM MANGUPU PRIMJER ZA ŽIVOT
DO KRAJA PRIMAZAN SVAKIM SAM ĐIROM
UBODI MI NOKAT PLATI MI PIVO
DOJAVE SADIM I PRIGODE BEREM
U KVARTU SAM DRESIRAN SAMO DA SEREM
NE PEREM RUKE PERU ME BAKULE
KOD SVAKE ČUNKE TEMA SAM ĆAKULE
ŠKATULE BATULE VATALA KUKALA
HRANIM SE JEDINO SA TUĐIM MUKAMA
NA RUKAMA PIKADO U USTIMA BASNE
TAMO DI ŽIVIM SEKUNDE SU GLASNE
MAZAČ PO STRUCI STROJARSKA ŠKOLA
RUKE SU MASNE NOKAT KAD ROLAM

Nocturne

That's how it is here, that's how it is here
Counting forged money, idleness is in fashion
Bottled beers are emptied on credit
Speed, smoke, and candy are swirling
Life is slippery on thin ice
Choice smoke fills the air, everyone's on something
Sums are slammed and thunder in an instant
Houses in the village are filled with lamps
If you need anything, feel free to call
I have three banks and my head in a bag
I live for hustling pizza in the season
Engines roar in my neighborhood
Where I come from, where I come from
I'm here because I don't know any better
I'm here to spin cash from stories
And blow money from summer to November
I come from Split, I have no tomorrow
I'm late wherever I go, I have a watch on my hand
I scratch myself with cash, my beak itches
Everything I've stashed so far, I stole
People tell me I'm a hard case
I'm an expert in any kind of incident
I do what I do because my pattern is crazy
I get in the car and the house treats me
I get in the Carver and the house treats me
I'm where the speed and the pull are
I'm where the wilderness and the noise are
Life in the jungle has become my profession
I strangle like a boa and dress expensively
One step separates me from the yellow
I snort on electricity, I smoke for three
I call guys with a hidden number
I was a problem, I became bigger
I lie and I'm always high on something
Everything I had, I blew on the program
I do my own thing, I don't care until when
I turn numbers, I look at my nail
In practice, I'm speed, in story, I'm coke
From week to week, from honey to honey
Burning and blazing, I'm an eternal wreck
Fuck crime, I became worse
I work in defiance and to shoot
I hate and I deal, I do what I love
In the wee hours, I knock on doors
I don't care, son, what time it is
How much, to whom, how and when
You know I don't fuck with crooked paths
Bitches plan, I live for now
I'm like the devil breathing down your neck
Choice weed that will soon fall
Loaf and peace on the table first
Loose tenner full of thorns
Field in Wallachia, shadow that sprouts
I'm the last scheme when there's nothing left
I'm everything you wouldn't want
I'm everything you wouldn't dare
I shoot in the back, I stab in the dark
I shorten guys for walks around town
My threat is bigger than any other
I'm on two suspended sentences, a third one awaits me
I don't hide the scale, I mix pills
I constantly scan the neighborhood through the blinds
I drive black, I don't give a damn about papers
I don't eat anything from Friday to Wednesday
Bald head and glasses, life in a fog
I'm stuck in the same loop badly
It seems to me like someone's gonna take me out
Because I'm slipping on the edge and I'm missing a little
Split is too small for me, I became wider
Everything I sold, I took by force
I live for carelessness, Swiss chard on peace
If they bust in, I'll fall with style

I'LL FALL WITH STYLE, I'LL FALL WITH STYLE
IF THEY BUST IN, I'LL FALL WITH A KILO
EVERY DAY I'M ON A PLAN WITHOUT A PLAN
I'M AN EXAMPLE FOR EVERY MANGUP'S LIFE
HIGH TO THE END, WITH EVERY TURN
STICK YOUR NAIL IN ME, PAY FOR MY BEER
I PLANT TIPS AND HARVEST OPPORTUNITIES
IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD, I'M TRAINED ONLY TO SHIT
I DON'T WASH MY HANDS, THE COPS WASH ME
WITH EVERY CHICK, I'M THE TOPIC OF GOSSIP
BOXES, BATONS, CAUGHT, CRIED
I ONLY FEED ON OTHER PEOPLE'S TROUBLES
DARTS ON MY HANDS, FABLES IN MY MOUTH
WHERE I LIVE, SECONDS ARE LOUD
PAINTER BY PROFESSION, MECHANICAL SCHOOL
MY HANDS ARE GREASY WHEN I ROLL MY NAIL