Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nema nazad , by - GoldieRelease date: 18.01.2018
Song language: Bosnian
Nema nazad(original) |
| Centar Srbija Stil |
| Zlatni |
| Nema nazad bato moj, nema nazad x2 |
| Kako da prenesem ti ovo, da pretvorim u pesmu svoju radost, tugu, bol |
| Jer u poteri za lovom, burke duše se gube, druže uspeh i kurve, s njima ne |
| možeš u grob |
| Ne a nekog majka neka kune ja hoću moje mirno more da bude |
| A ljude gledam kako gube se u bludu dok ne udave se beli crnci tripuju New York |
| Ja sam se zakleo jednom da neću da skapavam ja ne mogu bedno |
| Kažu da zato se kliza po ledu ja kucam ko Rusturašenko |
| Moja sudbina je ko zna dal ću da uspem sine stvarno nemam pojma |
| Al jedno znam zauvek ostaću CENTAR dok god me ne spuste u grob |
| BRAA! |
| Mi smo rođeni za uspeh, ali sve nas juri zlo |
| Na flou prisloni usne, i vozi stondom dok čekaš svoj brod |
| Drugari, droga i kurve, blud zika i znoj |
| Nama spasa više nema, nema nazada bato moj |
| Ha, 037 |
| Trstenik centar sveta |
| Tamo počela je priča tamo majka budna čeka, tamo sin će da se vrati iz daleka |
| CEPAJ! |
| Neka lije alkohola reka, nek se santa bela odroni za merak |
| Nek se glasovi do jutra ore, pesma nek se peva, jer će sutra već možda da nas |
| nema |
| Život pun problema, sad bura neka seva, al prebrodićemo ovo sve do našeg vedrog |
| neba |
| Tebra ne žalim se Bogu kad ćene ili nema, radim 24/7 da bi stvarno bio srećan |
| Para puna vreća polje kanabisa seča naša borba večna ruke gore kroz meča (???) |
| Mirnog mora se sećam kada bili smo deca |
| Sada shvatam da ljudi su govna i gazi se reč |
| Probleme rešim u hodu, krećem se napred moram i mogu |
| Ruke su hladne glave u torbu zovu me da nazad da prekinem borbu al ne |
| Mene ne mogu da spreče moje reči ko katane vaše puter priče seče |
| Ja iz ničeg pravim pare ko su oni čime prete |
| Nama priče nisu slabe naše oči nisu slepe |
| Mi smo rođeni za uspeh, ali sve nas juri zlo |
| Na flou prisloni usne, i vozi stondom dok čekaš svoj brod |
| Drugari, droga i kurve, blud zika i znoj |
| Nama spasa više nema, nema nazada bato moj x2 |
| (translation) |
| Center Serbia Style |
| Golden |
| There's no going back my brother, there's no going back x2 |
| How can I convey this to you, turn my joy, sadness, pain into a song |
| Because in the pursuit of the hunt, burqa souls get lost, associate with success and whores, not with them |
| you can go to the grave |
| No, let someone's mother swear, I want my calm sea to be |
| And I watch people lose themselves in fornication until they drown white blacks tripping New York |
| I swore once that I wouldn't cheat, I can't do it badly |
| They say that's why he slides on the ice, I type like Rusturashenko |
| My destiny is who knows if I will succeed son I really have no idea |
| But I know one thing, I will forever remain the CENTER until I am lowered into the grave |
| BRAA! |
| We are born for success, but we are all pursued by evil |
| Put your lips to the floe, and ride the stond while you wait for your boat |
| Buddies, drugs and whores, zika fornication and sweat |
| There is no salvation for us, there is no going back, my brother |
| Huh, 037 |
| Trstenik is the center of the world |
| There the story began, there the mother is awake and waiting, there the son will return from afar |
| RIP! |
| Let the river of alcohol pour, let the white sand fall for the measure |
| Let the voices be heard until the morning, let the song be sung, because tomorrow may already be ours |
| there is none |
| Life is full of problems, now the storm is raging, but we will get through this until we are happy |
| sky |
| Tebra I don't complain to God when I have a wife or not, I work 24/7 to be really happy |
| A steam full of sacks field of cannabis cuts our fight eternal hands up through the match (???) |
| I remember the calm sea when we were children |
| Now I realize that people are shit and the word is trodden on |
| I solve problems on the fly, I move forward, I have to and I can |
| The hands are cool heads in the bag, they are calling me back to stop the fight, but no |
| I can't be stopped by my words who cuts the swords of your butter stories |
| I make money out of nothing who they are threatening |
| Our stories are not weak, our eyes are not blind |
| We are born for success, but we are all pursued by evil |
| Put your lips to the floe, and ride the stond while you wait for your ship |
| Buddies, drugs and whores, zika fornication and sweat |
| There is no salvation for us anymore, there is no turning back, my brother x2 |