Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song De-ža-vu , by - Edo Maajka. Song from the album Slušaj mater, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 10.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: MenART
Song language: Bosnian
De-ža-vu(original) |
| Završio je dan, lagano uranjam u san |
| San me lako prima uz pomoć lexaurina… |
| Podsvijest radi, misli izlaze na djelo |
| Sanjam u boji, na meni gotivno odijelo… |
| Na licu osmijeh, u ruci su mi plaćeni računi |
| Ja u novom stanu, frižineri su mi puni |
| Žena se ne buni, na njoj nova bunda |
| Na njoj novi miris, u sobi joj cijeli iris… |
| Meni kara još veća, a glava mi malo manja |
| Nemam strahove, probleme, pun samopouzdanja… |
| Konačno sam pravi, mogu se opustit |
| Od prodaje albuma, mogu si sve priuštit… |
| Novu majicu kupit i za vozački uplatit |
| Auto nabavit i kera što voli balat… |
| Onog bernardinca, slikavat njega i svog zdravog klinca |
| A mali, mali isti ja… |
| Za real igra fudbal, na leđima 10-ka |
| Na klupi mu cupi, od madone ona kćerka… |
| A njena majka, starka mene stalno mjerka |
| A ja se opirem, ono znaš držim distancu… |
| Odjednom sanjam ko ja ono u čamcu |
| Ko ja pecam, a savski vjetar me šiba… |
| Odjednom skočim u savu i postanem riba |
| Postanem som i lagano plivam savskim dnom… |
| A na dnu ispaljene zolje, bombe i projektili |
| Na dnu mrtvi jarani i pobjeni civili… |
| Na dnu save je svaka trauma iz rata |
| Bježim na površinu, al' teško ko iz živog blata… |
| Iskačem iz vode i postanem galeb |
| Letim iznad brčkog, a ispod mene vidim zagreb… |
| Ispod mene cvijeće, miriše, djeca ga beru |
| Po minskim poljima trče, ljudi se jedni na druge deru… |
| Izgubili vjeru, a ja gubim krila |
| Počinjem padat al' drži me nekakva sila… |
| Padnem pred lotosova stopala i sad mi opet fino |
| Osjećam se silno, bez straha koračam mirno… |
| Uđem u kladionicu, pogodio sam svaki par |
| Pokupim sve pare, u snu sam opet car… |
| Dijelim ljudima lovu po cesti, da imaju za jesti |
| Dajem pare invalidu, za cijeli grad pravim gidu… |
| Pravim party u centru, na party-ju vjerske vođe |
| Predsjednici i vlade, pa šta oni ovdje hoće… |
| Brišem ih iz sna, postavljena je bina |
| Na bini, elvis, davorin i ja, u ruci svaki po porijena… |
| Pjevamo plimu od indexa, jedemo ćevape |
| Sva trojica ko reperi, ono nakrivljene kape… |
| Skočim s bine i dugo padam, budim se, u znoju |
| I cijeli san odjednom zaboravljam… |
| Predamnom je novi dan, novi stresovi su tu |
| Možda se sjetim detalja, kad budem im’o deja vu… |
| Lagano padamo |
| Gubim tlo, al' ne dotičem dno… |
| Kao dim lebdimo |
| Ja i ti nošeni na krilima utopije |
| Sanjamo da imamo |
| Neke bolje opcije |
| Kako dobro je |
| Kako dobro je |
| Kako dobro je |
| Kako dobro je |
| I na majku i na šanku |
| Rado smo viđeni |
| A ko? |
| pa ja edo maajka |
| I moj produkato deš |
| I još su tu neki |
| I bizo i još i legenda mirza |
| Rokaj! |
| (translation) |
| The day is over, I am slowly falling asleep |
| The dream easily accepts me with the help of lexaurin… |
| The subconscious mind works, thoughts come into play |
| I dream of color, a suit on me… |
| A smile on my face, bills paid in my hand |
| Me in the new apartment, my fridges are full |
| The woman doesn't complain, she's wearing a new jacket |
| A new scent on her, a whole iris in her room… |
| My car is even bigger, and my head is a little smaller |
| I have no fears, problems, full of self-confidence… |
| I’m finally real, I can relax |
| From album sales, I can afford everything… |
| Buy a new T-shirt and pay for the driver's license |
| Get a car and a dog that loves balat… |
| That Bernardine, take pictures of him and his healthy kid |
| And small, small same me… |
| For real football, on the back of the 10-ka |
| He is on the bench, his daughter from Madonna… |
| And her mother, the old woman, is constantly measuring me |
| And I resist, you know I keep my distance… |
| Suddenly I dream of who I am in the boat |
| Who I fish, and the Sava wind blows me… |
| Suddenly I jump into the Sava and become a fish |
| I become a catfish and swim lightly on the Sava bottom… |
| And at the bottom fired shells, bombs and projectiles |
| Dead guys and killed civilians at the bottom… |
| At the bottom of the Sava is every trauma from the war |
| I'm running to the surface, but it's hard to get out of the living mud… |
| I jump out of the water and become a seagull |
| I fly over Brčko, and below me I see Zagreb… |
| Below me are flowers, it smells, the children pick it |
| They run through minefields, people yell at each other… |
| They have lost faith, and I am losing wings |
| I'm starting to fall but I'm being held by some force… |
| I fall at the lotus feet and now I'm fine again |
| I feel strong, I walk calmly without fear… |
| I walk into the bookmaker, I hit every pair |
| I collect all the money, in my dream I am emperor again… |
| I share people hunting down the road, to have to eat |
| I give money to a disabled person, I make a guide for the whole city… |
| I'm having a party in the center, at a religious leader's party |
| Presidents and governments, so what do they want here… |
| I erase them from sleep, a stage is set up |
| On stage, elvis, davorin and I, each in his hand por |
| We sing the tide of the index, we eat kebabs |
| All three as rappers, those crooked hats… |
| I jump off the stage and fall for a long time, waking up, sweating |
| And I suddenly forget the whole dream… |
| A new day is ahead of me, new stresses are here |
| Maybe I will remember the details, when I have a deja vu… |
| We fall slowly |
| I'm losing ground, but I'm not touching the bottom… |
| We float like smoke |
| Me and you carried on the wings of utopia |
| We dream of having |
| Some better options |
| How good it is |
| How good it is |
| How good it is |
| How good it is |
| Both on the mother and on the bar |
| We are glad to be seen |
| If? |
| so i edo maajka |
| And my product |
| And there are some more |
| And bizo and also the legend of mirza |
| Rokaj! |