Текст и перевод песни Who See - Kad Se Sjetim

Kad Se Sjetim

(Noyz) >

Prvi dim, prvi paket, prvi dzoint smotan,
Male, nocno kupanje, a masu topla voda,
Pa tuto kompleto kod Vejsa u stan onda,
Nagari se rbcina i zalemi se stotka,
Tih godina, tih dana pila se djus-votka,
Dok je nisam ispegl'o i ne pijem je otad,
Poslije samo Rizling i kisela voda,
A kvalitet se pusio kad donesu s broda,
Svratimo do shopa da krademo hip-hopa,
Na kasete original ko bugarska roba,
Dina kolor sprejevi, isarana soba,
Jer nije imala Montana u doba Sloba,
Nekad subotom doma kad me moji kazne,
Sto nisam im'o para, pa sam mor'o da maznem,
Flomaster, kasete i jos stvari razne,
Pa bjezimo od gazde dok nam psuje mater,
A po ure kasnije gruva geto blaster,
Idemo u park jer je zakazano na fer,
Kad dobijem batine mala mi stavlja flaster,
Ali poslije i oni dobiju batina bate ...

REF. EJ, KAD SE SJETIM KO DA JE BILO JUCE, KAKO VRIJEME LETI

(Deda) >

Kad se slike sa PC-ja sumiraju,
Dominiraju one dje nema roditelja sto se nerviraju,
Da se ovi slucajno ne drogiraju, doma se ne savijaju,
U studiju su snimaju,
Na finalnu granicu hip-hopa, ti-ja doba,
Probao repovat' direktno u program,
Nove tekstove klapine, na bitove BIG POPP-ine,
Nista ne zapinje, sve tekstove na pamet,
Dani kad smo jednostavno bili vani,
Non-stop hip -hop i danas isto ko lani,
Kad smo bili mali andergraund rime pisali,
Ime za grupu smisljali, kasete skupljali,
Prvi nastupi, probit' led, iskustva skupit',
Jedva pare za cigare skupit,
Svesku imam, hemijsku kupim,
Pola marke mi ostane da se vratim kuci,
Kad u Skaljare pocnemo rime valjane,
Old-skul bitovi, rima dalje nastavlja se,
Pjeske put grada, autobus od Kampa,
A ako zakasnim, pjeske putem prva bokeska brigada ...

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(Noyz) >

Budim se ujutro i crkavam od gladi,
Nismo ni izasli iz pelena a rep se radi,
Dva kasetofona, jedan snima, rima se mlati,
Par godina poslije i dalje glupi i mladi,
I dalje rep se radi, pa studio kad se plati,
Snima se bez brige, hoce li da se isplati?
Doma me gledaju cudno, a ja se inatim,
Ej kad se sjetim, pozelim da se vratim ...

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When I Remember

(Noyz) >

First dim, first package, first rolled up joint,
Little, night swimming, and hot water in a tub,
Then a complete set by Vejs at home then,
Svetlana gets drunk and a hundred gets damaged,
Those years, those days, they drank juice-vodka,
Until I spat it out and haven't drunk it since,
After that, only Riesling and sour water,
But quality was smoked when they brought it by boat,
Let's go to the shop to steal hip-hop,
On original cassettes like Bulgarian goods,
Dina color sprays, a drawn room,
Because there was no Montana in Slob's time,
Sometimes on Saturday at home when my parents punished me,
That I didn't have any money, so I had to steal,
Felt pens, cassettes, and other various things,
Then running away from the owner while he curses our mother,
And an hour later the ghetto blaster is blasting,
Let's go to the park because it's scheduled for a party,
When I got beat up, she put a band-aid on me,
But later they also get beat up ...

REF. YEAH, WHEN I REMEMBER IT SEEMS LIKE YESTERDAY, HOW TIME FLIES

(Deda) >

When the pictures from the PC are brought together,
The ones where there are no parents who get angry dominate,
So that these ones don't accidentally get high, they don't smoke at home,
They record in the studio,
Until the final frontier of hip-hop, you and I,
Tried to rap directly into the program,
New text clappers, on BIG POPP-ine beats,
Nothing is holding me back, all the lyrics from memory,
Days when we were simply outside,
Non-stop hip-hop and today the same as last year,
When we were little we wrote underground rhymes,
Thought of a name for the group, collected cassettes,
First performances, breaking the ice, collecting experience,
Barely enough money to buy cigarettes,
I have a notebook, I'll buy a chemical one,
Half a mark is left for me to return home,
When we start with decent rhymes in Skaljare,
Old-school beats, the rhyme continues,
Songs to the city, a bus from Kampa,
And if I'm late, on foot via Prva bokeska brigada ...

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(Noyz) >

I wake up in the morning and I'm dying of hunger,
We hadn't even come out of diapers when rap was being made,
Two cassette players, one records, a rhyme is being thrashed out,
A few years later and still stupid and young,
And rap is still being made, so the studio, when it gets paid,
Records without worry, will it pay off?
At home they look at me strangely, but I'm stubborn,
Oh, when I remember, I want to go back ...

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