Текст и перевод песни Vojko V feat. Wikluh Sky - Ceca U Parizu

Ceca U Parizu

200 na sat u Pariz, brate
Mažemo od Slovenije
Boca Jacka na svakoj pumpi
Vozač najviše od svih pije
Slušam pjesme sa decenije, "Dragane moj" na repeat
Ispadam kroz prozor auta ka u betmenu Ledger Heath
Vojko heat, Vojko heat 39, 2
Na popisu za Cecin koncert podrcrtan sam duplo ja
Ovaj beat je teški Pariz, cili Pariz je teški Balkan
Svaki ugao grada svijetli Svetlanin mega jumbo plakat
Hi-hatovi zvuče ka da se platinaste radkape vrte
Ovi shakeri zvuče ka da neko vuče dvi po dvi bile crte
A-autoceste nikad dosta
Cecin koncert privlači nas kao komarce žarulja Osram
Izgorićemo svi kada dođemo blizu
200 na sat na autocesti 200 crta u nizu
Vikler izvadi osobnu, Vojko izvadi vizu
Večeras koncert desetljeća, Ceca u Parizu

Majka me za srećan put izljubila triput
Zna da malo ima šanse da će se radovati sinu
Mi smo krenuli, asfalt gori, 230, ljudi ginu
Prespori su šoferi zato gutaju prašinu
Ona pevat će večeras, mi smo level, ljudi brinu
Mi smo level bonus level kao Ceca u Parizu
Ja sam level nosim giju, Vojko level nosi vrućinu
Pumpa Kopenhagen klik, ruke su u visu
Svi u kolima kukavice nisu
Lavlja srca furamo dao nam je Isus
Šofer puši krek on je sredio guest listu
Cvetak zanovetak, metak kroz prozor dok prolazimo kroz Nicu
Vojko traži "Moj Beograde" i to za redom triput
Na granici kroz rampu smejemo se cariniku
Nozdrve izgorele, više iste nisu
Izvinite Francuzi zbog požara
Ceca u Parizu

Ceca in Paris

200 an hour to Paris, baby
We're tearing it up from Slovenia
Jack's bottle at every gas station
The driver drinks the most out of all of us
I'm listening to songs from a decade ago, "My Dragan" on repeat
I'm hanging out the car window like Heath Ledger in Batman
Vojko heat, Vojko heat 39, 2
On the guest list for Ceca's concert, I'm double underlined
This beat is heavy Paris, the whole of Paris is a Balkan party
Every corner of the city is lit up with Svetlanin's huge billboards
The hi-hats sound like platinum chains rattling
These shakers sound like someone's snorting two lines of coke at a time
A-motorways never enough
Ceca's concert draws us in like a mosquito to an Osram lightbulb
We'll all burn up when we get close
200 an hour on the motorway, 200 lines in a row
Wikler pulls out his passport, Vojko pulls out his visa
Tonight's the concert of the decade, Ceca in Paris

My mother kissed me three times for good luck
She knows there's little chance she'll be happy about her son
We've set off, the asphalt's burning, 230, people are dying
Slow drivers get left behind
She's going to sing tonight, we're the cream of the crop, people worry
We're the cream of the crop, bonus level, like Ceca in Paris
I'm the cream of the crop, I'm wearing a suit, Vojko's the cream of the crop, he's hot
Gas station Copenhagen click, hands up
Not everyone in the car is a coward
Lion hearts driving, given to us by Jesus
The driver's smoking crack, he sorted the guest list
Flower opener, bullet through the window as we pass through Nice
Vojko asks for "My Belgrade" three times in a row
At the border, we laugh at the customs officer as we go through the ramp
Nostrils burned out, they're not the same anymore
Sorry French people for the fire
Ceca in Paris