Текст и перевод песни Who See feat. Random & Iva - Pucačina Po Budvi

Pucačina Po Budvi

Koliko auta ne moze se pasat magistrala
Metropola turizma, klraljica mediterana
Zene u kupaci vanka 150 dana
Nidje nema mjesta po kafana resotrana
Ima tu svega i sa svija strana
Testosteron se nagomilava
Napetost u vazduh desavaju se sranja
Sto se tacno desilo pisace dnevna stampa
Ma ne brini mala, oci moje plave
Pistolj je napunjen brale, stoji mi sa strane
Da mi te ko pipne zato padale bi glave
To bi bile scene uzasa i strave
Pucam 5, 6 metaka u glavu i grudi
Fajront prije vremena, pobjegli su svi ljudi
Popaljena svjetla svi stanari budni
Gledace na dnevnik pucacinu po budvi.

Boka kotorska, noc je, u budvu na pice podjem
A poslje toga plan je da se ide na lovcen
Ako sve dobro prodje mozda ostanem ovdje
Po to pivo se popije ako nam konobar dodje.
Bate, u budvu na ljeto mi je najjaci show
Da sam znao na vrijeme bih rezervisao sto
Ovako moram se gurat isto ko zadnji mentol
Mozda bih popio metak da nisam ponjeo pistolj
Ovako mogu da pucaju, paljbu ja cu uzvracat
Pistolj mi je napunjen ako se snekim posvadjam
Auto je blindiran i s donje strane ojacan
U slucaj kad se parkiram da neko bombu mi baca.
No se mnogo ne cimam, sjednem u kola sibam
Treca, peta brzina, murija ne smije grinjat
Ako treba da se branim vazda ima nacina
Da se puca sa pistoljem i sa mitraljezima.

Bombe, meci, mitraljez
Glavna bice opet vijest
Frka, buka, drama, bijes
Da ti se pomuti svjest.

Ođe je bila idila bez uzbudljivih ludila
Prije no se bez stila svaki dan gradila vila
Nije Kristijan Dior no se Fila nosila
Sad omiljena pjesma je Džiboni - (ka)Libar
Call of Duty uživo, to je Budva suživot
U pancir se kupamo sa utokom se sunčamo
(BANG)...praštaj, upucah te slučajno
Od Bečića do Starog grada cukamo se kundakom
To je kultura nasilja, oružjem fascinacija
Unikatni spoj Rusa i Divljeg zapada
Providni ljudi iza zatamnjenih stakala
Ne skupljaju se sličice no čaure sa parkinga
Plastičnim pištoljem pođi dragstor da odradiš
Vratiš se sa vrata jer kasirka vadi pravi
*Antiteroristička imaće što da radi*
Žutom trakom komotno nam cijeli grad ogradi
Ko rano rani grabi dva metka
Hekler, tetka. ponekad raketa
B 4, 2 i 3 komande na Counter
Svaku noć vatromet, svaki dan after.

Budva Shooting

The traffic is so bad, you can't even walk down the highway
Tourist metropolis, queen of the Mediterranean
Women in swimsuits outside 150 days a year
There's no room anywhere in the cafes or restaurants
There's everything here from everywhere
Testosterone is building up
The tension in the air is making stuff happen
What exactly happened, the daily newspapers will write
Don't worry, baby, my eyes are blue
My pistol is loaded, babe, it's by my side
If anyone touches you, heads will roll
Those would be scenes of terror and dread
I'll shoot 5, 6 bullets in your head and chest
Closing time came early, all the people ran away
Lights are on, all the tenants are awake
They will watch the news about the shooting in Budva.

Bay of Kotor, it's night, I'm going to Budva for a drink
And after that, the plan is to go to Lovcen
If everything goes well, maybe I'll stay here
After that beer goes down, if the waiter comes over.
Bro, in Budva in the summer, it's the best show
If I had known in time, I would have made a reservation
Like this I have to push my way through like the last guy in line
Maybe I would have gotten shot if I hadn't brought a pistol
Like this I can shoot back, I'll return fire
My pistol is loaded if I get into a fight with someone
The car is armored and reinforced on the bottom
In case I park and someone throws a bomb at me.
But I'm not worried, I get in the car and drive away
Third, fifth gear, the cops better not get mad
If I have to defend myself, there are always ways
To shoot with a pistol and with machine guns.

Bombs, bullets, machine guns
It will be the main news again
Freak out, noise, drama, rage
To make you lose your mind.

Here it was an idyll without any exciting madness
Before every day a villa was built without any style
It wasn't Christian Dior but Fila was worn
Now the favorite song is Giboni - (ka)Libar
Call of Duty live, that's life in Budva
We bathe in armor, we sunbathe on the inlet
(BANG)...sorry, I accidentally shot you
From Becici to the Old Town we pull each other's triggers
That's the culture of violence, fascination with weapons
A unique blend of Russians and the Wild West
Transparent people behind tinted windows
They don't collect trading cards but shells from the parking lot
Go to the drugstore with a plastic gun to do your business
You'll get turned away at the door because the cashier pulls out a real one
*The anti-terrorists will have their work cut out for them*
They can easily cordon off the whole town with yellow tape
The early bird gets two bullets
Heckler, auntie. sometimes a rocket
B 4, 2 and 3 teams on Counter
Fireworks every night, after every day.