Translation of the song lyrics Nema nazad - Goldie

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

Nema nazad (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