Текст и перевод песни Struka - Betonski Snovi

Betonski Snovi

Oprosti mu zbog sedih sad moras biti najjaca
Aj seti se dana kada je radila varjaca
Kad davala si da se samo igra u hodniku
Nisi htela dete opisano kredom na plocniku
Drama, ispod njegovog kreveta se naslo 30 grama i caletova devetka
Fali par metaka ups! Ljudi zeljeli ga mrtvog sve od Senjaka do Medaka
A ti si strepela za petama tvog deteta su puboviii nevraceni dugoviii!
Niko nema ljubavi ni drugovi kad dopadne marice
Izvuces ga iz stanice gde salecu ga palice
Ne nema granice mamice ne razumes
Ne nece stati cak i ako sutra umre
Rodit ce se ponovo ko Feniks iz pepela
Jer znas da nema kraja dok ne propeva debela

Vidi mama ga je rodila a ulica podigla
Naucila da odigra za soma kupi proda ga za deset
Zna se sta se sme a sta ne sme
Mama dolazi sa pijace ponese joj kese
Nekad djubre iznese tamo-vamo malo pomogne
A gleda samo kako da se ulice domogne
Tu roka snima ima velike planove
Betonske snove ove zuljevite dlanove
Bio je glup oprosti mu Boze!
Tatino seme je lose pravo sa nose na cose
Dig' di dezurni krivac ko da ime mu je Soze
Doli Rose a sad sve skupa, kola skupa,
Bola sta sine hoces od 15 centi dolar?
Brate betonski snovi to je ko Mecka i Bendjola
Kad primi rola kola ko pod auto skola
Momenat sine zvoni mi Motorola

Betonski Snovi

Forgive him for the mistakes now you have to be the strongest
Remember the days when he played in the shade
When you let him play alone in the hallway
You didn't want your child to be drawn with chalk on the sidewalk
Drama, under his bed were found 30 grams and a gun
Missing a few bullets, oops! People wanted him dead from Senjak to Medak
But you trembled after your child's footsteps are public debts unpaid for a long time!
No one has love or friends when he goes to jail
You get him out of the station where they hit him with sticks
There are no limits, mommy, you don't understand
He won't stop even if he dies tomorrow
He'll be born again like a phoenix from the ashes
Because you know it's not over until the fat lady sings

See, his mother gave birth to him, but the streets raised him
Taught him how to play for profit, buy it and sell it for ten
He knows what is and isn't allowed
Mom comes from the market, he carries her bags
Sometimes he takes out the trash, helps out a little here and there
But he only thinks about how to control the streets
Here, his hand is a weapon, he has big plans
Concrete dreams, these blistered palms
He was stupid, forgive him, God!
His father's seed is bad, right from the nose to the toes
Get up, the usual culprit, as if his name were Soze
Roll the dice and now everything together, a car together,
My son, do you want 15 cents on the dollar?
Brother, concrete dreams are like Mecca and Bendjola
When you get a roll, a car like in driving school
Moment, son, my Motorola is ringing