Текст и перевод песни SBO - 3Am

3Am

(Sam igram)
(Jaaaa)

Lagano zagrijavanje
Gori senik
Drito z veselice
Atlanta, Spodnji Bizovik
Počim po šanku, krik, brt, fix aufbix
Paz' da te kroše ne piči
Stig'o je Milošević

Slobodan na drogi speed
Alkoholokaust devic
Lep otrok, zlatan fašist
MDMA Ibrahimović
Mali princ, velik skis
Gremo dalje pit
Zližem meter borovničk, fix, brt, aufbix

Cura leži, guta
Kurac v zdi
Smrtna ura, vidim ti sij
Rulja in kri
Črn petek, Lublana gori
Fala kurcu igrava, Šalamun je fuknu tris
Obrat v grobu naroda, genocid na bis

Sam igram igro, bejbe
Gram na gram, disco-payback
Ostajam sam, 3am
Sam igram igro, bejbe

(Treh, treh, treh)
(Treh, treh, treh, treh, treh, treh)
Ob treh, treh, treh zjutraj
Ob treh, treh, treh zjutraj
Ob treh, treh, treh zjutraj
(Treh, treh, treh, treh, treh, treh)

Kazalc na trojki, misli na nuli
Mejhn korak za človeka, Piky na luni
Govoriš men' in čuni, na mizi inčuni
Nosim kaviar za nos po klubih klientela
Vrečke v bundi
Študij za fante v komuni (ah)
Lil Wayne Rooney na gudri (jah)
Krokodil Dundee, v šumi neki šumi
Nezavedn k Schumi, bomboni niso Šumi
Vzam pa spizdi

Miška Disney
Šišha v rizli
Šiška, diler bliz ni
Diška lajf je biznis
Misliš da si bliz, nisi
What is this?
Diskoteka ISIS

Sam igram igro, bejbe (čas teme)
Gram na gram, disco-payback (čas teče)
Ostajam sam, 3am (čas teme)
Sam igram igro, bejbe (čas teče)

Tri, tri zjutri, spustim dim iz ust in
Gledam v klubu razmigane čeljusti
Ekser me prime, rignem viski, liđo spušim
Erotično jo primem, dlan ji dam na buši
Pol tableta 'mam, dam ji za pokusit
Prostor zaudarja k' kemična tovarna
Predelava gudre v švic, švic
Hočeš gudre? (Ja, ja)
V žepu bunde mam skrit šlic (ja, ja)

Kliče žlička
Gori jeziček
Mi ne mine
Užitek spipa
Dim se vije
Zakrije džipa
Na dnu ekipa
Baby arrrgh
Hej, ti car
Dej mi dnar
Linija finiš
Dirke na synthu
Idem v Cirkus
Spikara Fikus
Kaj moriš, poglej se brat, kakšen si
(Kaj je model, kva je)
Takšen si

Od utrobe do truge
Stasham gudro
Crasham klube
Od utrobe do truge
Stasham gudro
Crasham klube
Od utrobe do truge
Stasham gudro
Crasham klube
Plešem, movam
Čke so čudne
Men' so hude
(Men' so hude)

3Am

(I'm playing)
(Yeah)

Easy warm-up
The bonfire is burning
Straight from the party
Atlanta, Lower Bizovik
I'm crashing the bar, shout, bro, fix it up
Watch out for the punches
Milošević arrived

Slobodan on speed
Alcoholic holocaust of virgins
Beautiful child, golden fascist
MDMA Ibrahimović
Little prince, big ski
Let's keep drinking
I lick a meter of blueberries, fix it up, bro

The girl is lying down, swallowing
Dick in the pussy
Hour of death, I see you shining
Mob and blood
Black Friday, Ljubljana is burning
Thank God we are playing, Šalamun fucked up three
Reversal in the grave of the nation, genocide on encore

I'm playing the game, baby
Gram for gram, disco-payback
I'm staying alone, 3am
I'm playing the game, baby

(Three, three, three)
(Three, three, three, three, three, three)
At three, three, three in the morning
At three, three, three in the morning
At three, three, three in the morning
(Three, three, three, three, three, three)

The hand on the three, thoughts on zero
A small step for a man, Piky on the moon
You talk to me and to the idiots, anchovies on the table
I carry caviar on my nose through the club clientele
Bags in my jacket
Studies for the boys in the commune (ah)
Lil Wayne Rooney on the gudra (yeah)
Crocodile Dundee, some noise in the woods
Unconscious, like Schumi, candies are not Schumi
I take and disappear

Disney Mouse
Shisha in the rizla
Shisha, dealer is not close
Fragrant life is business
You think you're close, you're not
What is this?
ISIS disco

I'm playing the game, baby (time of darkness)
Gram for gram, disco-payback (time passes)
I'm staying alone, 3am (time of darkness)
I'm playing the game, baby (time passes)

Three, three in the morning, I release smoke from my mouth and
I watch the jaws moving in the club
The nail grabs me, I belch whiskey, I choke the lid
I erotically grab her, put my hand on her boobs
I have half a pill, I give her to try
The room smells like a chemical plant
Processing gudra into sweat, sweat
Do you want gudra? (Yes, yes)
I have a hidden slit in my jacket pocket (yes, yes)

The spoon calls
The tongue is burning
We don't pass
The pleasure gropes
The smoke curls
It hides the jeep
At the bottom of the team
Baby arrrgh
Hey, you're a king
Give me money
Finish line
Races on the synth
I'm going to the Circus
Ficus speaker
What do you want, look at yourself, brother, what are you like
(What's the model, what is it)
You're like that

From the belly to the truga
I stash gudra
I crash clubs
From the belly to the truga
I stash gudra
I crash clubs
From the belly to the truga
I stash gudra
I crash clubs
I dance, I move
The chicks are strange
They're bad for me
(They're bad for me)