Letu Stuke - Ulice
Uvijek je bilo isto,
zakone je reala.
Sirova koža, meso,
zlatom sve do para. I trči, radi, trpi,
hrani se i množi.
Otimaj, kradi, varaj,
pred očima božijim. Vazda su želje iste,
život ideala.
Ugodi tijelu pa ga bodi,
sto igala. I nije važnio je li droga ili joga,
samo je bitno čemu dođeš putem toga. Ja se baš ne razumijem,
ja malo šta umijem.
Moje su ulice u zlatnom ramu.
Ja se baš i ne poznajem,
samo prepoznajem kada svjetlo
promoli kroz tamu. (monotono monotono) Seks je u glavi,
svi ga slave kao totem.
Nisam muškarac ako s bojnog polja odem.Letu Stuke - Ulice - http://ru.motolyrics.com/letu-stuke/ulice-lyrics-english-translation.html
I popij oči,
krvi loči, al' se bori
za tuđi račun i nejasan teritorij. Nije sve tužno,
imamo i zabavljače,
novu elitu,
nove talente pjevače.
Rastu ko gljive,
euforičan je prizor.
Plovim kroz dimove i ne palim televizor. Ja se baš ne razumijem,
ja malo šta umijem.
Moje su ulice u zlatnom ramu.
Ja se baš i ne poznajem,
samo prepoznajem kada svjetlo
promoli kroz tamu. Sinovac, sve što treba ti je novac
(puši kurac).
Sinovac, uči li te tako otac?
(puši kurac).
Oca mi ne diraj.
Letu Stuke - Streets (Английский перевод)
It has always been the same
Laws was violated
Raw skin, meat,
With gold up to the money
And running, working, suffering
Feed and multiply
Rob, steal, cheat
In the sight of God
The wishes is always the same
Life ideals
Adjust your body and then poke it
With hundred of needles
And it doesn't matter whether the drug or yoga,
Only matters how you get trough it
I just don't understand
I know little how
My streets are in the golden frame
I don't really know
I only recognize when light
Belov trough darkness
(monotonically,monotonically)
Sex is in the head
All celebrate it as a totem
I'm not man if I go out of battlefieldLetu Stuke - Ulice - http://ru.motolyrics.com/letu-stuke/ulice-lyrics-english-translation.html
And drink eyes
Lap the blood, but fight it
On behalf of others and unclear territory
Not all sad
We have entertainers
New elite
New talent singers
They grow like mushrooms
Scene is euphoric
I sail trough the smoke and don't turn on TV
I just don't understand
I know little how
My streets are in the golden frame
I don't really know
I only recognize when light
Belov trough darkness
Bro, all you need is money
(smoke a dick)
Bro, father learns you that?
(smoke a dick)
Don't touch my father