Текст и перевод песни Marin Ivanović-Stoka - Za Grad Kojeg Imam Rad'

Za Grad Kojeg Imam Rad'

Hoću da me ceste sve, svi autoputi, ulice
Vrate odma doma u rodni grad ZGB
Vratite me u grad kojem dugujem sve
Sve padove, pobjede, poraze i prve poljupce

Vratite me ispod jedinog plavog neba
Jer mi je obojalo oči pa sada ne mogu bez njega
Vratite me doma pred moj kućni prag
Gdje me rodila majka, koji je srcu uvijek drag

Vratite me tamo gdje su mi duša i tijelo
Da mi srce bude cijelo, da u žilama tečе vrelo
Vratite me u Zagrеb – moj jedini voljeni grad
3,4 sad, ide rima za grad – grad
3-4 sad, rima za grad kojeg imam rad
Za tempo grada života bezprijekornih ljepota
Za srce lijepe naše, za Zagreb dignite čaše
Za čaroliju grada koju volim, koja mi paše

Za srce kulture, za Zagrebačke dečke i cure
Za tempo života s' puno ljubavi bez cenzure
Za kvartovske igrače, BBB navijače
Za Zagrebačke brije koje pozitivom zrače

Volim miris Zagreba grada, boju Zagreba grada
Svaki dio Zagreba grada, sve što pod Zagreb spada
Svako jebeno lice, sa i bez mana
Volim svako jebeno lice u gradu velikana

Zagrebačke klince, Zagrebačke klinceze
Nositelje budućnosti, male kraljeve i princeze
Zagrebačke glumce, pjevače, sportaše
Zagrebačke ljepotice i naše robijaše

Volim smetlare, žicare, kaj žicaju pare
I najbolje vozače koji se Zagrebom gare
Volim jebeno sve, u Zagrebu bilo gdje
Parkove, klupice, mačke, golubove i pse

Ovo je rima za grad kojeg imam rad, ZGB
Jer volim zapartijat, s' ekipama se smijat
Brijat, skijat, do zore čaše ispijat
Volim petak, kod tebe dom, house jebeni lom

Volim izbrijati špicu tamo sa ekipom svom
Volim đuru i u njemu uređenu svaku curu
Turu po turu do jebenog pijanstva u kasturu
Volim jezero Jaruna, Aquarius kuća puna

Od BEST-a preko pauka nazad u grad do Saloona
Volim koktele, šarena pića me vesele
Ljudi to žele, pa im uvijek repam a capelle
Al' ja ničeg se ne sjećam

Pa mi sve drugi dan vele
Volim barove i konobare, jebene careve
Crte na darove i zaljubljene lijepe parove
Mjesta za izaći, di' Zagrebački igrači

Izlaze po danu, po noći, s' ekipom se naći
Pljuga, pljuga, i pljuga, pa vožnjica duga
Volim sjesti u tramvaj, kliziti iznad pruga
A kad guzica utrne, ćevapi, sladoled, cuga
A najljepše bude kad sjednem se među ljude
Na sred trga Bana gledat face lude
Pa na Cvijet i na piće slušati tračeve, priče
I gledati lijepe cure da ispod stola se miče

Volim miris Zagreba grada, boju Zagreba grada
Svaki dio Zagreba grada, sve što pod Zagreb spada
Volim miris Zagreba grada, boju Zagreba grada
Svaki dio Zagreba grada, sve što pod Zagreb spada

Spada, spada, spada, spada, spada

For the City I Love

I want all the roads, highways, and streets
To take me home right away to my hometown, ZGB
Take me back to the city I owe everything to
All the falls, victories, defeats, and first kisses

Take me back under the only blue sky
Because it colored my eyes and now I can't live without it
Take me back home to my doorstep
Where my mother gave birth to me, which is always dear to my heart

Take me back where my soul and body are
So my heart can be whole, so the blood can flow hot in my veins
Take me back to Zagreb – my only beloved city
3, 4 now, a rhyme for the city – city
3-4 now, a rhyme for the city I love
For the city's pace of life, with impeccable beauty
For the heart of our beautiful one, raise your glasses for Zagreb
For the magic of the city I love, which suits me

For the heart of culture, for Zagreb's boys and girls
For the pace of life with plenty of love without censorship
For the neighborhood players, BBB fans
For Zagreb's winds that radiate positivity

I love the smell of the city of Zagreb, the color of the city of Zagreb
Every part of the city of Zagreb, everything that falls under Zagreb
Every damn face, with and without flaws
I love every damn face in the city of great men

Zagreb's kids, Zagreb's princesses
Bearers of the future, little kings and princesses
Zagreb's actors, singers, athletes
Zagreb's beauties and our robbers

I love garbage men, beggars, those who beg for money
And the best drivers who race around Zagreb
I love damn everything, anywhere in Zagreb
Parks, benches, cats, pigeons, and dogs

This is a rhyme for the city I love, ZGB
Because I love to party, to laugh with my crew
To shave, to ski, to drink glasses until dawn
I love Friday, your home, damn house music

I love to shave the main street with my crew
I love the Đurđevdan and every girl dressed up in it
Round after round to a damn drunken stupor in the kastura
I love Lake Jarun, Aquarius, a house full of people

From BEST through the spiders back to the city to Saloon
I love cocktails, colorful drinks make me happy
People want it, so I always rap a capella to them
But I don't remember anything

So they tell me every other day
I love bars and bartenders, damn kings
Drawings as gifts and loving beautiful couples
Places to go out, where Zagreb's players

Go out during the day, at night, to meet up with their crew
Pljuga, pljuga, and pljuga, then a long ride
I love to sit on the tram, glide above the tracks
And when my butt goes numb, ćevapi, ice cream, booze
And the best thing is when I sit among the people
In the middle of Ban Square and watch crazy faces
Then to Cvijet and a drink to listen to gossip, stories
And watch beautiful girls, to make sure they don't move from under the table

I love the smell of the city of Zagreb, the color of the city of Zagreb
Every part of the city of Zagreb, everything that falls under Zagreb
I love the smell of the city of Zagreb, the color of the city of Zagreb
Every part of the city of Zagreb, everything that falls under Zagreb

Falls, falls, falls, falls, falls