Translation of the song lyrics Nisam Odavde - Bore Balboa, Drill, Krešo Bengalka

Nisam Odavde (original)

Pare na crno
Pare sa strane
Sve su mi prike dileri ili su đane
Nisam odavde
Ovdi sam prikovan
Nisam ja onaj šta krade
Onaj sam za kojeg murija znade
Tamo sam di se rakije livaju i mrve gromade
Nisam odavde
Dignute glave šetam se gradom
Pitaj me odakle stižem
Reć ću ti
Nisam odavde
I ne pitaj ništa me više
Jer takvo je stanje
Poroka imam ka kiše
U mojoj branši frizure su jedino kratke
Tu sam da državu sišem
I ako tražiš me nać ćeš me tamo di pucaju grane
Zdrobi sorto in poliži to, doro plača riziko
Burja reže đankije, murja maha z liziko
V coupeu tko ko ZZ Top, klizimo
Piši to, kurve gole rišejo v hiši not
O bala!
Kdo bi meril jaja
Ubistu koga sploh boli kurac s kje prihajam
Kje zakajam se s škvadro, kje skrva se gadro in vago
Ukradeno blago iz kamjona je padlo
Nisem iz tu, ko poštelat hoče sumljivec
Nisem jaz tu vn pršu v kamuflaži iz njive
Raje žibe, tu vsak je Van Gogh, z žiletko, štango
Moj krog je narko, prvi vikend bankrot
V luknji, na puf mi dej, to so nakupi
Iz malih mest ob luki kjer

Nisam Odavde (translation)

Steam on black
Money from the side
All of us are dealers or they are women
I'm not from here
I'm stuck here
I'm not the one who steals
I'm the one they know about
I am there where the brandies are poured and the boulders are broken
I'm not from here
I walk through the city with my head held high
Ask me where I'm coming from
I'll tell you
I'm not from here
And don't ask me anything more
Because that is the state
I have a vice for rain
In my industry, the only hairstyles are short
I'm here to suck the country
And if you're looking for me, you'll find me there where the branches crack
Crush sorto and lick it, doro pays risk
Burja is cutting jeans, murja is waving a lollipop
In the coupe who is ZZ Top, we slide
Write it, whores naked risjejo in the house not
Coast!
Who would measure eggs
They'll kill anyone who gives a damn where I come from
Where am I doing with the squad, where is Gadro and Vago hiding?
The stolen treasure fell from the truck
I'm not from here, who wants to please a suspect
I'm not the one coming out of the field in camouflage
They prefer to hang out, everyone is a Van Gogh there, with a razor, a barbell
My circle is narco, first weekend bankrupt
In the hole, give me a puff, it will accumulate
From small towns around the harbor