Текст и перевод песни THCF - Thcf

Thcf

Ides za Kanadu,
Sivi audi rola po gradu,
Na koki uzivam u radu,
Selotejp na oci, navuci mu kapu.
Znaj tata sam estradnim droljama
Daj pare za brata il' gadjamo zoljama.
Do evropskih noseva,
Gudra stize preko Kosova
Ja imam trzni centar, imam dva'es vila,
Stanove, lokale, hotele, ja zivim taj kriminal.
Imam jajare u saci, u svakoj stranci,
Vozimo se maricom gradom, kao pravi policajci.
Ako imas dobra kola, daj nam kola! oduzimam volan,
Hoces svoja kola? Moze, dodji, spremi novac.
Krv lije svakoga dana, drzava drhti od klana,
Premijer podleg'o ranama, a nama gudru cuva banka.

Zasto nisam pticica da letim daleko,
I da vidim napolju ceka li me neko!
Prodaj majko konja kocijasa,
Pa izvadi sina robijasa.
Zasto nisam pticica da letim daleko,
I da vidim napolju ceka li me neko!
Prodaj majko konja kocijasa,
Pa izvadi sina robijasa.
Beng! Beng! Beng! Beng! Ides za Kanadu!!!
Beng! Beng! Beng! Beng! Ides za Kanadu!!!
Beng! Beng! Beng! Beng! Ides za Kanadu!!!
Beng! Beng! Beng! Beng! Ides za Kanadu!!!
Beng! Beng! Beng! Beng! Ides za Kanadu!!!
Beng! Beng! Beng! Beng! Ides za Kanadu!!!
Beng! Beng! Beng! Beng! Ides za Kanadu!!!
Beng! Beng! Beng! Beng! Ides za Kanadu!!!
Ides za Kanadu,
U Juznoj Americi ja sam u hladu,
U Parizu trosim devizu,
Kad imas lovu ne traze vizu.
Ako nisi blizu, vojnici klana grizu,
Masina za mlevenje mesa, to je mnogo gadan izum.
Pola tone kokaina, Buenos Aries, Argentina,
Balkanski ratnik, Paragvaj, cetvoro palo s'pet kila.
Deset hiljada vojnika, otmice, ubistva,
Iznude, atenati, svako reket mora da plati.
Mi smo s'politikom u sprezi, politicar na vezi,
Probleme nam ne pravi niko, sve te perverzije resavam slikom.
Imam bazu, kao vazu lepu, sva je od stakla,
Dok vam placamo kampanje, nas! kosi sablja!

Zasto nisam pticica da letim daleko,
I da vidim napolju ceka li me neko!
Prodaj majko konja kocijasa,
Pa izvadi sina robijasa.
Zasto nisam pticica da letim daleko,
I da vidim napolju ceka li me neko!
Prodaj majko konja kocijasa,
Pa izvadi sina robijasa.
Beng! Beng! Beng! Beng! Ides za Kanadu!!!
Beng! Beng! Beng! Beng! Ides za Kanadu!!!
Beng! Beng! Beng! Beng! Ides za Kanadu!!!
Beng! Beng! Beng! Beng! Ides za Kanadu!!!
Beng! Beng! Beng! Beng! Ides za Kanadu!!!
Beng! Beng! Beng! Beng! Ides za Kanadu!!!
Beng! Beng! Beng! Beng! Ides za Kanadu!!!
Beng! Beng! Beng! Beng! Ides za Kanadu!!! na

Thcf

Heading for Canada,
Grey Audi rolls through the city,
I enjoy my work,
Duct tape on my eyes, pull down his hood.
You know, I'm a father to the starlet sluts,
Give me money for my brother or we'll go after you with the zolo.
To European noses,
The good stuff arrives through Kosovo,
I have a shopping center, I have twenty villas,
Apartments, shops, hotels, I live this criminal life.
I have a grenade in my bag, in every stranger,
We ride around the city in a cart, like real cops.
If you have a nice car, give us the car! I'll take the wheel,
Do you want your car? Sure, come, get your money ready.
Blood flows every day, the state trembles from the clan,
The Prime Minister succumbed to wounds, and the bank protects our good stuff.

Why am I not a little bird to fly far away,
And see if anyone is waiting for me outside!
Sell the coachman's horse, mom,
And get your son out of prison.
Why am I not a little bird to fly far away,
And see if anyone is waiting for me outside!
Sell the coachman's horse, mom,
And get your son out of prison.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! You're heading for Canada!!!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! You're heading for Canada!!!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! You're heading for Canada!!!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! You're heading for Canada!!!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! You're heading for Canada!!!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! You're heading for Canada!!!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! You're heading for Canada!!!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! You're heading for Canada!!!
Heading for Canada,
In South America I'm in the shade,
In Paris I spend the currency,
When you have money they don't ask for a visa.
If you're not close, the clan soldiers bite,
Meat grinder machine, it's a very nasty invention.
Half a ton of cocaine, Buenos Aires, Argentina,
Balkan warrior, Paraguay, four fell with five kilos.
Ten thousand soldiers, kidnappings, murders,
Extortion, assassination, every racket has to pay.
We're in cahoots with politics, a politician on the line,
Nobody causes us trouble, I solve all these perversions with a picture.
I have a base, like a beautiful vase, all of glass,
While we pay for your campaigns, our! sword cuts!

Why am I not a little bird to fly far away,
And see if anyone is waiting for me outside!
Sell the coachman's horse, mom,
And get your son out of prison.
Why am I not a little bird to fly far away,
And see if anyone is waiting for me outside!
Sell the coachman's horse, mom,
And get your son out of prison.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! You're heading for Canada!!!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! You're heading for Canada!!!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! You're heading for Canada!!!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! You're heading for Canada!!!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! You're heading for Canada!!!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! You're heading for Canada!!!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! You're heading for Canada!!!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! You're heading for Canada!!! to