Текст и перевод песни STOKA - Balkanska Ruta

Balkanska Ruta

Bili smo mali i nismo puno znali a kriminal poceo je zesce da nas
Pali furali nas filmovi kvartovske spike radili smo s jonima i čicama
Pređike poceli zivjet podzemlje uz ritam rep
Zike jos i danas mi se vracaju sve te jebene slike
Sjecam se prve akcije prvi kiosk je pao u crnoj kronici naslov al
Nitko nije znao sve je bilo moje nas troje svi nas se boje svi znaju
Za heroje sta ulicnu pravdu kroje
Lovu broje ponosno stoje pa ludji ko je.
Bam ekipa svi maloljetnog tipa izrokali smo enkog pizduna ukrali
Dzipa al nije smio reci jer bili smo puno veci a da nam plati
Reket donio nam je pare u vreci a
Da nije donio gutu krv pocela bi teci
Nitko ne zna gdje je kraj lazna
Sreca lazni sjaj sto nam nosi zivot taj.
Igra zivota smrti pakao ili raj.
Samo jednom zamisli da se mora umrijeti...
Deset godina kasnije po cijeloj Europi nas znaju u svakom kraju sve
Daju zivot ko u raju nasa je murja nase su carine nasi su autoputi i
Cestarine svi placaju sve na vrijeme jer znaju da ostali bi bez
Karine balkanska ruta zelena bijela il zuta naruci plati doci ce i
Ako treba par puta samo reci sta ti treba dobrog oruzja il treba
Dobre droge dobrih autiju bombi da lete do neba roba prve klase za
Sve nacije i rase pa dajte para i zlata da napunimo nase kase jer
Nikad dosta novih akcija i posla,
Hrvatska srbija bugarska njemacka bosna,
Tisuce odanih ljudi sto za nas rade ko ludi zato pazi sta pricas o
Nama, pst tiho budi da te ne popapa mrak jer to
Je tak da rafal presjece zrak i papa na pocinak
Nitko ne zna gdje je kraj lazna
Sreca lazni sjaj sto nam nosi zivot taj.
Igra zivota smrti pakao ili raj.
Samo jednom zamisli da se mora umrijeti...
Sve je bilo kao u bajci do jednog dana dok sva trojica nismo zajedno
Izasli iz stana a tada zaculo se mrtvo tijelo buraza sta pada na
Asfalt je legla jos jedna zrtva podzemlja grada,
Ne vjerujem u soku suza u oku desnom rukom vadim utoku sto uvijek je
Na boku sarzer praznim u nebo picko sad si najebo supcino mogo si
Zivjet ubit ga nisi trebo ubit cu tebe pobit cu ti i prijatelje i
Trebe jer jos nitko nije uspio ovako da zajebe a dva dana poslije
Supak nasjeckan u vreci ostala je samo tuga buraz drugi i treci
Uspomena na brata ni traga sreci a posao zove i donosi zrtve nove
Mogli smo zivjet sretan zivot a zivjeli smo
Snove u znaku podzemlja kriminala droge i love.
Nitko ne zna gdje je kraj lazna
Sreca lazni sjaj sto nam nosi zivot taj.
Igra zivota smrti pakao ili raj.
Samo jednom zamisli da se mora umrijeti...

Balkan Route

We were young and naive, and crime started to pull us in.
Movies and street talk fueled our desires, working with junkies and dealers.
We started living the underworld life, to the rhythm of rap.
Damn, even today, all those fucked-up images come back to me.
I remember our first action, the first kiosk fell, in the black chronicle headlines, but
No one knew, it was all us three, everyone feared us, everyone knew
About the heroes who dispensed street justice.
Counting money, standing proudly, so who's crazier?
Bam, the crew, all underage, we beat up some asshole, stole his
Jeep, but he didn't dare say a word, we were much bigger, and to pay us the
Racket, he brought us money in a sack, and
If he hadn't, blood would have started flowing.
No one knows where the end is, fake
Happiness, fake shine, what this life brings us.
The game of life and death, hell or heaven.
Just imagine having to die...
Ten years later, they know us all over Europe, in every corner, everything is
Given, life like in paradise, our cops, our customs, our highways and
Tolls, everyone pays, everything on time, because they know they'd be left without
Their rides. Balkan route, green, white, or yellow, order, pay, it will come even
If it needs to a few times, just say what you need, good weapons or
Good drugs, good cars, bombs to fly to the sky, first-class goods for
All nations and races, so give us money and gold, let's fill our coffers because
We never have enough of new actions and work,
Croatia, Serbia, Bulgaria, Germany, Bosnia,
Thousands of loyal people who work for us like crazy, so watch what you say about
Us, shh, be quiet, lest the darkness swallow you, because that's
How it is, the burst cuts through the air, and off to sleep you go
No one knows where the end is, fake
Happiness, fake shine, what this life brings us.
The game of life and death, hell or heaven.
Just imagine having to die...
Everything was like a fairytale, until one day when the three of us
Left the apartment together, and then we heard it, the dead body of our brother falling on the
Asphalt, another victim of the city's underworld,
I can't believe it, in shock, tears in my eyes, with my right hand I draw the gun that's always
At my side, I empty the magazine into the sky, you fucker, now you're fucked, you piece of shit, you could have
Lived, you didn't have to kill him, I'll kill you, I'll kill your friends and
Family, because no one has ever managed to fuck up like this, and two days later,
The asshole chopped up in a bag, only sadness remains, brother two and three,
A memory of a brother, no trace of happiness, and the work calls and brings new victims
We could have lived a happy life, but we lived
Dreams marked by the underworld, crime, drugs, and money.
No one knows where the end is, fake
Happiness, fake shine, what this life brings us.
The game of life and death, hell or heaven.
Just imagine having to die...