Текст и перевод песни Struka - Betonski snovi 3

Betonski snovi 3

Davno je izaš'o iz zatvora, al' to je priča matora
Ono što me čudi je kako to da ne kapiraš
Da sigurno ne planira to da se vrati tebi
Niti misli da je otac vašoj nerođenoj bebi
Sva si polu luda, osam meseci si trudna
Drogirana, pijana sa stomakom do zuba
Na patosu života, po komšiluku se motaš
I dužna i ružna, 'pak ne uspevaš da skontaš
Tu nema sažaljenja, ovaj život je surov
I moj brat se zez'o sa tim sranjem, pa na kraju umro
Sad smatraju te kurvom, al' ne mogu da ih krivim
Kada pogledam kako majka jednog deteta živi
Tvoj sin iz prvog braka im'o ćaleta ludaka
Mali suzu nije pustio kad umro je od raka
On mu nije bio tata, i dalje lažeš sina
Nikada mu nisi rekla da je Šonetov klinac

Svi u kraju su navučeni na zlatnu prašinu
Zbog nje ortaci pucaju, zbog nje ortaci ginu
Kad su anđeli pali, tad su se đavoli digli
A mnogi su u kraju našli Boga u igli

Svi u kraju su navučeni na zlatnu prašinu
Zbog nje ortaci pucaju, zbog nje ortaci ginu
Kad su anđeli pali, tad su se đavoli digli
A mnogi su u kraju našli Boga u igli

Po koji put mi traži lovu, dam joj hiljadarku
Pa je sretnem u studenjaku, smotanu u jaknu
Skamenjenu, ledenu, dok puši treću paklu
Da bi bilo gore, njeno dete je u istom parku
Čuči pored klupe, plače, drži je za šaku
Sa mislima o paklu, gleda drogiranu majku
U nedelju smo keva i ja, to dete čuvali
On pita gde je mama? Pitaj Boga gde ti gluvariš
Nema ga u školi jer deca znaju istinu
A istina ga boli, deca su surava
Profesorka pita što je tako često odsutan
Kad pokušam da pričam sa njim, neće da posluša
Ponaša se agresivno, tuče drugu decu
Pre par dana mi doš'o sa unakaženim licem
Njemu treba majka, a tebi kvoter heroina
Za mesec dana Nina, rodićeš još jednog sina

Svi u kraju su navučeni na zlatnu prašinu
Zbog nje ortaci pucaju, zbog nje ortaci ginu
Kad su anđeli pali, tad su se đavoli digli
A mnogi su u kraju našli Boga u igli

Svi u kraju su navučeni na zlatnu prašinu
Zbog nje ortaci pucaju, zbog nje ortaci ginu
Kad su anđeli pali, tad su se đavoli digli
A mnogi su u kraju našli Boga u igli

Juče vraćam se iz studija, kad oko zgrade murija
Što nije ništa novo ovde na ivici ludila
Kome li je ovog puta ruka Boga sudila
Čujem nekog klinca: "Ona lujka se ubila"
Vraćam film u nazad dok pokušavam da skontam
1001 misao po glavi mi se mota
Pitam klinca: "Šta je bilo? Šta se jebeno dešava?"
On mi kaže: "Dodaj novo ime, staroj listi leševa."
Trudnica sa sedmog, što se skida s heroina
Sine glave joj je došla, zlatna prašina
Al' ironija priče brate je da dijagnoza
Ovog puta nije bila njena prekomerna doza
Vidiš, jebena đankoza je skočila sa krova
Ali to tako biva kada proradi ti rovac
Tragedija, mlada žena, ima malog sina
Sigurno je poznaješ brate, zove se Nina

Svi u kraju su navučeni na zlatnu prašinu
Zbog nje ortaci pucaju, zbog nje ortaci ginu
Kad su anđeli pali, tad su se đavoli digli
A mnogi su u kraju našli Boga u igli

Svi u kraju su navučeni na zlatnu prašinu
Zbog nje ortaci pucaju, zbog nje ortaci ginu
Kad su anđeli pali, tad su se đavoli digli
A mnogi su u kraju našli Boga u igli

Svi u kraju su navučeni na zlatnu prašinu
Zbog nje ortaci pucaju, zbog nje ortaci ginu
Kad su anđeli pali, tad su se đavoli digli
A mnogi su u kraju našli Boga u igli

Svi u kraju su navučeni na zlatnu prašinu

Concrete Dreams 3

He got out of prison long ago, but that's an old story
What surprises me is how you don't understand
That he surely doesn't plan to come back to you
Nor does he think he's the father of your unborn baby
You are half crazy, eight months pregnant
Drugged, drunk with a belly to your teeth
At the bottom of life, you wander around the neighborhood
Indebted and ugly, yet you fail to realize
There's no pity here, this life is cruel
My brother messed with that shit too, and ended up dead
Now they consider you a whore, but I can't blame them
When I look at how the mother of a child lives
Your son from your first marriage had a lunatic father
The little one didn't shed a tear when he died of cancer
He wasn't his father, and you're still lying to your son
You never told him he was Shone's kid

Everyone in the hood is hooked on gold dust
Because of it, buddies shoot, because of it, buddies die
When the angels fell, the devils rose
And many in the hood found God in the needle

Everyone in the hood is hooked on gold dust
Because of it, buddies shoot, because of it, buddies die
When the angels fell, the devils rose
And many in the hood found God in the needle

How many times has she asked me for money, I gave her a thousand
Then I meet her in the cold, wrapped in a jacket
Stoned, icy, while she's smoking her third pack
To make matters worse, her child is in the same park
Squatting by the bench, crying, holding her hand
With thoughts of hell, he's looking at his drugged-up mother
On Sunday, my mother and I were taking care of that child
He asks where's his mother? Ask God where you are wasting your life
He's not in school because the children know the truth
And the truth hurts him, children are cruel
The teacher asks why he's so often absent
When I try to talk to him, he won't listen
He acts aggressively, hits other kids
A few days ago he came to me with a disfigured face
He needs his mother, and you need a quarter of heroin
In a month, Nina, you will give birth to another son

Everyone in the hood is hooked on gold dust
Because of it, buddies shoot, because of it, buddies die
When the angels fell, the devils rose
And many in the hood found God in the needle

Everyone in the hood is hooked on gold dust
Because of it, buddies shoot, because of it, buddies die
When the angels fell, the devils rose
And many in the hood found God in the needle

Yesterday I was coming back from the studio, when I saw cops around the building
Which is nothing new here on the brink of madness
Whose hand of God has judged this time
I hear some kid saying: "That crazy woman killed herself"
I rewind the film as I try to figure it out
1001 thoughts are running through my head
I ask the kid: "What happened? What the hell is going on?"
He tells me: "Add a new name to the old list of corpses."
The pregnant woman from the seventh floor, who was getting off heroin
Son, the gold dust got to her head
But the irony of the story, brother, is that the diagnosis
This time wasn't her overdose
You see, the damn junkie jumped off the roof
But that's what happens when that worm starts working
Tragedy, a young woman, has a little son
You surely know her, brother, her name is Nina

Everyone in the hood is hooked on gold dust
Because of it, buddies shoot, because of it, buddies die
When the angels fell, the devils rose
And many in the hood found God in the needle

Everyone in the hood is hooked on gold dust
Because of it, buddies shoot, because of it, buddies die
When the angels fell, the devils rose
And many in the hood found God in the needle

Everyone in the hood is hooked on gold dust
Because of it, buddies shoot, because of it, buddies die
When the angels fell, the devils rose
And many in the hood found God in the needle

Everyone in the hood is hooked on gold dust