Текст и перевод песни Zabranjeno Pusenje - Tri Kile, Tri Godine

Tri Kile, Tri Godine

Kada je auto nanjusio pas
Tad su i mene odveli u aps
Nisam ni lago, nisam se skrivo
Nisam ni druge zavaljivo
Reko sam istinu, reko sam sve
Kleko pred sistem, pokajo se
Jer dilo sam travu, i to ne malu
Htio bit rahat u jebeni vakat

Hvala ti, gospodine
Za tri kile, tri godine

Kada je stao jebeni rat
U stan broj 7, treci kat
U slavnu bitku, uz trube, konfete
Ja, stari, zena i trece dijete
Neko se snaso, rekla bi ona
U to mi propade autopraona
Tesko je reci vlastitoj djeci
Kad pitaju dje su Gormiti i keksi

Hvala ti, gospodine
Za tri kile, tri godine

Odvelo me ko da sam Escobar
Sijevaju blicevi od novina
Oni sto maznuse Inu i Hep
Nisu ni blizu zvijezde ko ja
Miralem Cengic, iz stana 7, treci kat

Zato vam hvala za fer sudjenje
Mogo sam dobit cetiri il pet
Kao oni sto na zenino ime
Milione gotovine, od drzavne firme
A htio sam samo sredit stan,
Nabavit novi namjestaj
Zeni pokazat svoj poslovni duh
I za dobre talove njuh

Hvala ti, gospodine
Za tri kile, tri godine

Odvelo me ko da sam Escobar
Sijevaju blicevi od novina
Oni sto maznuse Inu i Hep
Nisu ni blizu zvijezde ko ja
Miralem Cengic, iz stana 7, treci kat

Three Kilos, Three Years

When a car hit a dog
Then they took me to prison
I didn't lie, I didn't hide
I didn't hurt anyone else
I told the truth, I told everything
I knelt before the system, they relented
Because I grew weed, and not a little
I wanted to be comfortable in this shitty life

Thank you, sir
For three kilos, three years

When the fucking war stopped
In apartment number 7, third floor
In a glorious battle, with trumpets and confetti
Me, my old lady and our third child
Someone said we're lucky
But my car wash went down the drain
It's hard to tell your own kids
When they ask where the Gormiti and cookies are

Thank you, sir
For three kilos, three years

They took me away like I was Escobar
The camera flashes from the newspapers
Those who greased Inu and Hep
Are nowhere near as famous as me
Miralem Cengic, from apartment 7, third floor

So thank you for the fair trial
I could have gotten four or five
Like those who, in their wife's name
Stashed millions in cash, from government firms
And I just wanted to fix up my apartment
Get some new furniture
Show my wife my business acumen
And give them a good life

Thank you, sir
For three kilos, three years

They took me away like I was Escobar
The camera flashes from the newspapers
Those who greased Inu and Hep
Are nowhere near as famous as me
Miralem Cengic, from apartment 7, third floor