Текст и перевод песни Rasta - Kavasaki

Kavasaki

Ona bi Bali, malo New York
Malo Pariz, malo jahte, avioni
Malo London i Dubai
Skupe stvari
Skup ferari
Euri, marke, kune
Dinari i dolari

Bila je mlada i htela
Sve sto mama nece plati
Pa je prvi decko stalno
Moro vodi u Kentaki

Na pice samo da svrati
Do kuce tu da je prati
Sve dok nije nasla drugog
I sela na kavasaki
Brm brm

Al nije trajo dugo ni taki
Tela je nesto bolje
Ne manje
Ma kaki, ma kaki

Tela je crne boje bembare
Sve automatik
Jedna za vece u klub
Jedna kad je na kafi

Tela je da, da
Tela da mu bude ta ta
Da joj bude momak
I u isto vreme tata

I nju ne zanima
Odakle plata
Zna poslovi su nesto
Tipa ratatata

I svaki dan je
Neka nova stvar
A svaki mesec novi
Zlatni lanac oko vrata

I svake godine bi
Leto, jahta
Dominikana
Puerto Plata

Ona bi Bali, malo New York
Malo Pariz, malo jahte, avioni
Malo London i Dubai

Ona bi Bali, malo New York
Malo Pariz, malo jahte, avioni
Malo London i Dubai

Skupe stvari
Skup ferari
Euri, marke, kune
Dinari i dolari

Ona bi Bali, malo New York
Malo Pariz, malo jahte, avioni
Malo London i Dubai

Skupe stvari
Skup ferari
Euri, marke, kune
Dinari i dolari

Bilo je dana kada nije
Teo da joj kupi
Neke dijamante zelela je
Njemu su skupi

I on se trudio da zaradi
Uspeo je da skupi
Al je ona nasla drugog
I sela je na suzuki
Brm brm

Al ubrzo je
Vidjena sa drugim,
Koji vozi kola iz kojih
Se cuje buzuki

To ti je high life
Vodi je night life
U ruci dva grama belog
Ego najveci na zurci

I njoj su samo pare snaga
Zato je vidi
Cela firmirana Prada

I sve sto ona treba od njega
Je samo da, da
Mnogo para kao
Da je kriminalna banda

On je voli, ne bi
Teo da je kraj
Drzi je uz sebe kako
Ume i zna

Ona bi tela samo jos
Da mu uzme i stan
Jer on ne vidi da
Postala je luda i zla

Ona bi Bali, malo New York
Malo Pariz, malo jahte, avioni
Malo London i Dubai

Skupe stvari
Skup ferari
Euri, marke, kune
Dinari i dolari

Ona bi Bali, malo New York
Malo Pariz, malo jahte, avioni
Malo London i Dubai

Skupe stvari
Skup ferari
Euri, marke, kune
Dinari i dolari

Kawasaki

She'd like Bali, a bit of New York
Some Paris, yachts and private jets of course
A touch of London and Dubai
Expensive things, you see
A fancy Ferrari
Euros, marks, and kunas too
Dinars and dollars, just for you

She was young and desired
Everything her mother wouldn't acquire
So her first boyfriend, always on the go
Would take her to Kentucky Fried, you know?

Just to grab a drink and bite
Walk her home beneath the night
Until she found another guy
And hopped on a Kawasaki, bye bye
Vroom vroom

But even that didn't last too long
She wanted something better, something strong
Not any less, no way
Forget it, just forget it, okay?

She wanted black BMWs, you see
All automatic, just for she
One for clubbing in the night
And one for coffee dates, just right

She wanted, yeah, that's right
She wanted him to treat her right
To be her boyfriend, strong and bold
And be her sugar daddy, I am told

And she doesn't care at all
Where the money comes to call
She knows his business, it's a fact
Is something like, rat-a-tat-tat

And every single day
There's a new thing on display
And every month, it's plain to see
A golden chain around her neck, so free

And every year she'd fly
Summer, yacht beneath the sky
Dominican Republic, oh so grand
Puerto Plata, white sandy strand

She'd like Bali, a bit of New York
Some Paris, yachts and private jets of course
A touch of London and Dubai

She'd like Bali, a bit of New York
Some Paris, yachts and private jets of course
A touch of London and Dubai

Expensive things, you see
A fancy Ferrari
Euros, marks, and kunas too
Dinars and dollars, just for you

She'd like Bali, a bit of New York
Some Paris, yachts and private jets of course
A touch of London and Dubai

Expensive things, you see
A fancy Ferrari
Euros, marks, and kunas too
Dinars and dollars, just for you

There were days when he just couldn't
Afford the things she wanted
She wanted diamonds, sparkling bright
But they were way too expensive, out of sight

And he tried hard to earn the dough
He managed to gather quite a show
But she found another guy, it's true
And hopped on a Suzuki, brand new
Vroom vroom

But soon she was seen
With another man, I mean
Whose car played music loud and clear
A bouzouki sound, that's what you hear

That's the high life, it's plain to see
Night life takes her fancy, wild and free
Two grams of white held in her hand
Biggest ego at the party, understand?

And for her, only money holds the power
That's why you see her, every hour
Dressed in Prada, head to toe

And all she needs from him, you know
Is just, yeah, that's right
So much money, shining bright
Like a criminal gang, with all their might

He loves her, and he wouldn't
Want it to end, he couldn't
He keeps her close, in every way
He knows how, come what may

She'd only want one thing, it's true
To take his apartment too
Because he fails to see, it's sad
She's gone insane and bad

She'd like Bali, a bit of New York
Some Paris, yachts and private jets of course
A touch of London and Dubai

Expensive things, you see
A fancy Ferrari
Euros, marks, and kunas too
Dinars and dollars, just for you

She'd like Bali, a bit of New York
Some Paris, yachts and private jets of course
A touch of London and Dubai

Expensive things, you see
A fancy Ferrari
Euros, marks, and kunas too
Dinars and dollars, just for you