Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pišonja i Žuga u paklu droge , by - Zabranjeno pušenje. Release date: 01.04.2004
Song language: Bosnian
Pišonja i Žuga u paklu droge(original) |
| Pisonju i Zugu je zovnuo na |
| dernek jaran koji studira |
| rekao je, momci nemojte belaja |
| tu su raja kulturna |
| Amila je bila lijepa kao vila |
| starci su joj radili negdje u Iraku |
| rekla je samo, udjite momci |
| pa se poslije izgubila u mraku |
| Pisonja, rece Zuga |
| ovo mjesto mi se ne svidja |
| ajmo radje pred piramidu |
| ima finih putera |
| Odmori Zuga malo, matere ti |
| zar ne vidis kakve su ovde trebe |
| zar vec poslje pete pive moras |
| da pravis budalu od sebe |
| Pisonja, ovo mjesto mi se ne svidja |
| niko se ne smije i cudna je muzika |
| Pisonja, ovdje se nesto cudno dogadja |
| sve je puno drogiranih pedera |
| A Pisonja odmah prifura Amili |
| kao Indijana Dzons onoj u Hong Kongu |
| znao je, ne smije biti greske |
| ove fine ti odmah daju nogu |
| Pisonja taman slozi pravu pricu |
| i odsvira Crne Leptire |
| kad se odnekud pojavi Zuga |
| i poce da paranoise |
| Odmori Zuga malo, Tite ti |
| zar ne vidis kakve su ovde trebe |
| zar vec poslje seste pive moras |
| da pravis budalu od sebe |
| Al' negdje oko pola tri |
| na dernek upadose drotovi |
| neke frajere odmah |
| prislonise uza zid |
| Amila se prestrasi, kaze |
| joj, stari ce me masakrirati |
| a onda ugleda Pisonju i pogled |
| joj djavolski zasvjetli |
| Maleni, zelim nesto da ti poklonim |
| maleni, primi ovaj dar moje ljubavi |
| maleni, al' nesto moras mi obecati |
| prije jutra neces ga otvoriti |
| Jedan drot prifura Pisonji |
| dzepove mu prebira |
| nadje Amilinu travu i rece |
| Slavko, imamo dilera |
| Pisonja rece, drugovi |
| jel' se to mozda snima neki film |
| Pisonja rece, drugovi |
| ja nemam nista s tim |
| Pisonja, ovo mjesto mi se ne svidja |
| niko se ne smije i cudna je muzika |
| (translation) |
| He called Piso and Zuga |
| dernek jaran who studies |
| he said, guys don't be white |
| there are cultural paradises |
| Amila was as beautiful as a fairy |
| her elders worked for her somewhere in Iraq |
| she just said, come on guys |
| so she later got lost in the dark |
| Pisonja, said Zuga |
| I don't like this place |
| let's go in front of the pyramid |
| there are fine butter |
| Rest Zuga a little, motherfucker |
| don't you see what they need here |
| do you have to after the fifth beer |
| to make a fool of yourself |
| Pisonja, I don't like this place |
| no one laughs and the music is weird |
| Pisonja, something strange is happening here |
| everything is full of drugged fagots |
| And Pisonja immediately pushed Amila |
| like Indiana Jones the one in Hong Kong |
| he knew, there must be no mistake |
| these fine ones give you a leg up right away |
| Pisonja just put together the right story |
| and plays Black Butterflies |
| when Zuga appears from somewhere |
| and began to paranoid |
| Rest Zuga a little, Tite you |
| don't you see what they need here |
| do you have to after the sixth beer |
| to make a fool of yourself |
| But around half past two |
| the cops fell on the party |
| some guys right away |
| he leaned against the wall |
| Amila is scared, she says |
| hey, the old man is going to massacre me |
| and then he saw Piso and his gaze |
| her devilishly lit up |
| Little one, I want to give you something |
| little one, receive this gift of my love |
| little one, but you have to promise me something |
| you won't open it before morning |
| One of the cops chased Pisoni |
| he rummages through his pockets |
| he found Amila's weed and said |
| Slavko, we have a dealer |
| Pisonja said, comrades |
| is it maybe a movie being made |
| Pisonja said, comrades |
| I have nothing to do with it |
| Pisonja, I don't like this place |
| no one laughs and the music is weird |