Текст и перевод песни Josipa Lisac feat. Marin Ivanović-Stoka - Ritam Grada

Ritam Grada

Otvaram oči, a na nebu trag noći
Prema meni širi krila novi dan šta će doći
Prvi sunčev sjaj, zvijezde odlaze u raj
Na mjesto početka kraja, dragom Bogu u zagrljaj
Pijev ptica, zraka sunca preko lica
Sa prozora me grlica škica, mrvice žica
Tost i limunada, oprat zube pa kada
Pa tada, Nike na sebe pa ić do grada
Napuštam stan, izlazim van
Dobro jutro draga susjeda želim vam ugodan dan
Miris jutra kao san, prvo na kavicu po plan
Pa do grada vidjet šta mi radi moj prijatelj Ban
I ljudi oko njega, k'o i obično svega
I uživat u prekrasnom jutru dok se ne spusti žega
Kavica, novine, u sjeni hladovine
A srce lupa sve jače jer moj Zagreb zove me
Kvart napuštam, na Vlašku se spuštam
Uživam u prekrasnom jutru, jebeno sе guštam
Jedanaestica, dvanaestica, pеtica, sedmica
Pruge pjevaju pod tramvajima, nasmijana lica
Volim miris grada, boju grada, svaki dio grada
Život je lijep a ulica rimu sklada
Život je lijep a ulica rimu sklada
Život je lijep a ulica rimu sklada

Dobro jutro Zagrebe
Tvoj miris budi me
Noćas sanjala sam te
Da nježno ljubiš me
Moj Zagrebe

Ustani brate Bane, Hrvatska te zove
U Manduševac za sreću bacam neke love
Preko ramena, za zdravlje, ljubav i svoje snove
A oblaci nebesima, nošeni vjetrom plove
Svi ti golubovi i ljudi, to smješak mi budi
Pogledi prekrasnih cura, guzice, grudi
Na strani hladovine, dok sunce lovi me
Zvoni mi mobitel, ekipa zove me
Točno 12 sati, dok sa Griča lupa
Ja i ekipa skupa, cuga pa njupa
K'o što znate, svi podnevne sate krate
U strogom centru grada kad iz kvartova se sjate
Podne mi godi, ritam ulice me vodi
Na sva ta poznata mjesta što uvijek su u modi
Život je lijep, stare kuće i crijep
Staro Zagrebački ep, srcem pretvaram u rap

Dobar dan Zagrebe
Ritam grada nosi me
Miluju me ulice
Budna sanjam slatke sne
Moj Zagrebe

Mladi mjesec mi se smije, vidi da mi se brije
A gospon mrak lagano se šunja, akciju krije
Gledam u nebesa, neko zvijezde sa njih stresa
Tol'ko laje, vrti helić, daje Bogu satove plesa
Anđele uči čagat uz ritam beatbox-a
Kad ga sveci počnu slagat, kiša meteora
To naš ubojica flora radi šou u raju
Jer mu je jebeno fora, a ispod sljemena brda
Zajebancija tvrda s' ekipom iz krda
Svaka ulica u ritmu pijana nekak' se mrda
Oćeš, nećeš, uzmi il' ostavi
Da ti život bude lijep, ti sve potrebno napravi

Dobra večer Zagrebe
Tvoja svjetla maze me
Sa nebesa gleda me
Osmijeh taj ne prestaje
Sa nebesa gleda me
Osmijeh taj ne prestaje

Oči otvaram k'o svako jutro ja uz moju mjuzu
A u glavi kiša mi rominja, vjetar lišće nosi
Novine me kajuČe tu ispred mojih vrata
Rukom nanosim i začešljavam gel u kosi
Ja sam mafija, i traže me po svim kontinentima
Ljubomorni muževi, politika i murija
Predsjedničke lože, rezervirane za mene
Meni slične, ove naše fine likove i sjene
Ključ od auta ja ni ne koristim
ZačVo čeka, svojim psima dajem sad još jedan bok
Civilno je vozilo, oprez hvale vrijedan
A iz bunkera mi prilazi hladni voćni sok
Jer što želim to mogu ja i dijelim po dogovoru
Mojem čijem drugom pa odjebavam u hodu
Suradnike bivše brzo smanjujem u broju
Savskih tijela sve je više baš k'o pčela u roju
Zatamnjena stakla mene čuvaju od pogleda
Polirana pila, ova vrhunski složena
Dvoglavi remus grmi, daje zvuk tenkova
Kožni sicevi i mjuza iz Kenwood-a
Stilski uradak k'o pojam, znači imaš 5 iz Hrvatskog
Čist a ne prljav, znojav, ti čašPri iskrivljeno
Spoznaja da noć pada budi mi krvotok
A moj desert eagle nekom pušta sok
Pa perem na obračun, p'o lovu što duguju
I brijem samo tamo gdje ne tuguju
Jer sve tone i sve se lomi
Dolje u gradu se fura i neko plače u komi

Rhythm of the City

I open my eyes, and in the sky, a trace of night
Towards me, a new day spreads its wings, what will it bring?
The first sunshine, stars ascend to heaven
To the place where the end begins, into the embrace of dear God
Birds are singing, the sun's rays across my face
From the window, a doodle winks at me, a tangle of wires
Toast and lemonade, brush my teeth, then the bathroom
And then, my Nikes on, and I'm off to the city
Leaving my apartment, stepping out
Good morning, dear neighbor, I wish you a pleasant day
The scent of morning like a dream, first for coffee, as planned
Then to the city to see what my friend Ban is up to
And the people around him, like always, everything's happening
And enjoying the beautiful morning until the heat descends
Coffee, newspapers, in the shade of the awning
And my heart beats stronger because my Zagreb calls to me
Leaving my district, descending to Vlaška Street
Enjoying the beautiful morning, damn, I feel great
Number eleven, twelve, five, seven
The tracks sing under the trams, smiling faces
I love the scent of the city, the color of the city, every part of the city
Life is beautiful, and the street creates a rhyme
Life is beautiful, and the street creates a rhyme
Life is beautiful, and the street creates a rhyme

Good morning, Zagreb
Your scent awakens me
Last night I dreamt of you
That you were gently kissing me
My Zagreb

Get up, brother Ban, Croatia is calling you
Into Manduševac, for luck, I throw some coins
Over my shoulder, for health, love, and my dreams
And the clouds sail the heavens, carried by the wind
All those pigeons and people, they bring a smile to my face
The gazes of beautiful girls, their curves, their breasts
On the shady side, while the sun chases me
My phone rings, the crew is calling
Exactly 12 o'clock, as the cannon fires from Grič
Me and the crew together, drinks then party
As you know, everyone's killing those afternoon hours
In the strict city center, when they flock from the neighborhoods
I enjoy midday, the rhythm of the street leads me
To all those familiar places that are always in fashion
Life is beautiful, old houses and roof tiles
An old Zagreb epic, I transform it into rap with my heart

Good afternoon, Zagreb
The rhythm of the city carries me
The streets caress me
Awake, I dream sweet dreams
My Zagreb

The young moon smiles at me, sees that I'm getting ready
And Mr. Darkness slowly sneaks in, hiding the action
I look up at the heavens, someone's shaking stars from them
So much barking, the helicopter spins, God's getting a dance show
Teaching the angels to groove to the beatbox rhythm
When the saints start jamming, a meteor shower
That's our killer Flora putting on a show in paradise
Because he's having a blast, and below, at the foot of the mountain
A wild party with the crew
Every street in rhythm is drunk, somehow swaying
Take it or leave it, grab it or let it go
To make your life beautiful, do everything you need to

Good evening, Zagreb
Your lights caress me
From the heavens, you watch over me
That smile never fades
From the heavens, you watch over me
That smile never fades

I open my eyes like every morning to my music
And in my head, the rain is drizzling, the wind carries the leaves
The newspapers greet me right there in front of my door
I apply and comb the gel in my hair
I am the mafia, and they are looking for me on all continents
Jealous husbands, politicians and the cops
Presidential lodges reserved for me
For people like me, our fine guys and shadows
I don't even use my car keys
The chauffeur is waiting, I give my dogs one more hug
The car is unmarked, commendable caution
And a cold fruit juice comes up to me from the bunker
Because what I want I can have and I share as agreed
I screw over someone else's on the go
I'm quickly reducing the number of former associates
There are more and more Sava bodies just like bees in a hive
Tinted windows protect me from view
Polished sawed-off shotgun, this one is top-notch
The twin-pipe Remus roars, giving the sound of tanks
Leather seats and music from Kenwood
Stylish work like a concept, it means you got an A in Croatian
Clean and not dirty, sweaty, you messed with the wrong one
The realization that night is falling awakens a bloodlust in me
And my Desert Eagle is letting someone's juice flow
So I'm off to a showdown, for the money they owe
And I only hang out where there's no sorrow
Because everything sinks and everything breaks
Down in the city, someone's showing off and someone's crying in a coma