Translation of the song lyrics Da da da - Inas

Da da da (original)

Puno pijem, malo spavam
Malo bleja, malo teretana
Malo restorani, malo brza hrana
I tako malo svakog dana
Al' u šoping ja preteram
Pariz, Maison Margiela
Neka jakna iz Monclera
Kurvi nešto iz DSQUARED (Mrš!)
O da, da, bio si gladan
O da, da, život surov hladan
O da, da, samo vera nada ostala je
A sada kao da sanjaš
Hladni smo k’o led, žestoki k’o Džek (O da, da, da, da, da)
Život nije fer, zato grizem kao ker (O da, da, da, da, da)
Ujutru je pet, ona zove me na seks (O da, da, da, da, da)
(O da, da, da, da, da) U gradu svako za nas zna
Hladni smo k’o led, žestoki k’o Džek (O da, da, da, da, da)
Život nije fer, zato grizem kao ker (O da, da, da, da, da)
Ujutru je pet, ona zove me na seks (O da, da, da, da, da)
(O da, da, da, da, da) U gradu svako za nas zna
Ljubi te brat u oko, samo jako i široko
Samo gas, gas, gas, gas
To je moto, k’o da dobio sam loto
Jer mi smo ortaci, ludaci, plaše se stranci
Najskuplje treše, najteži lanci
Nema ljubavi, samo euri i franci
Mi smo Balkanci
O da, da, bio si gladan
O da, da, život surov hladan
O da, da, samo vera nada ostala je
A sada kao da sanjaš
Hladni smo k’o led, žestoki k’o Džek (O da, da, da, da, da)
Život nije fer, zato grizem kao ker (O da, da, da, da, da)
Ujutru je pet, ona zove me na seks (O da, da, da, da, da)
(O da, da, da, da, da) U gradu svako za nas zna
Hladni smo k’o led, žestoki k’o Džek (O da, da, da, da, da)
Život nije fer, zato grizem kao ker (O da, da, da, da, da)
Ujutru je pet, ona zove me na seks (O da, da, da, da, da)
(O da, da, da, da, da) U gradu svako za nas zna
O da, da, da, da, da
O da, da, da, da, da
O da, da, da, da, da
O da, da, da, da, da
U gradu svako za nas zna

Da da da (translation)

I drink deep draughts, and sleep is rare—
Some idle talk, then iron’s weight to bear,
A moment feasting, next—fast food’s disguise,
So little of each, as the day limps by.
Yet in the market’s labyrinth I stray too far,
Paris beckons—Maison Margiela’s star,
A Moncler jacket—ice-white, barely worn,
Some trinket from DSQUARED for wayward dawns (Be gone!)
Oh yes, yes, once you hungered, gaunt and keen,
Oh yes, yes, life—cruel frost, its sharpened sheen,
Oh yes, yes, only faith and hope have not decayed,
And now you drift—some dream in velvet shade.
We are cold as cut glass, fierce as whiskey’s burn (Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes)
Life is a crooked dice, so I snarl, hound-earn (Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes)
At dawn’s fifth hour, she calls me to her pyre (Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes)
(Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes) The city whispers, all know our attire.
We are cold as cut glass, fierce as whiskey’s burn (Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes)
Life is a crooked dice, so I snarl, hound-earn (Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes)
At dawn’s fifth hour, she calls me to her pyre (Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes)
(Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes) The city whispers, all know our attire.
Your brother kisses your eye—steadfast, wide—
Just the throttle, throttle, throttle, throttle—ride.
That’s the banner: as if I’ve grasped fate’s gold,
For we are companions, madmen—strangers recoil, grow cold.
Dearest shackles, the heaviest chains I own,
No love—only euros and francs on the throne.
We are sons of the Balkan stone.
Oh yes, yes, once you hungered, gaunt and keen,
Oh yes, yes, life—cruel frost, its sharpened sheen,
Oh yes, yes, only faith and hope have not decayed,
And now you drift—some dream in velvet shade.
We are cold as cut glass, fierce as whiskey’s burn (Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes)
Life is a crooked dice, so I snarl, hound-earn (Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes)
At dawn’s fifth hour, she calls me to her pyre (Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes)
(Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes) The city whispers, all know our attire.
We are cold as cut glass, fierce as whiskey’s burn (Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes)
Life is a crooked dice, so I snarl, hound-earn (Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes)
At dawn’s fifth hour, she calls me to her pyre (Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes)
(Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes) The city whispers, all know our attire.
Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
The city whispers, all know our attire.