Lyrics of Ruka - Kila33, Škabo

Ruka (original)

Ruka ruci nismo turci
Makar dok se prepoznajemo na muci
Brate moj kad ti ruku pružim pogledam u oči
I od srca svojim rečnikom obećanje sročim
Da ću znano i neznano da mi je u moći
Spreman da će desnica ka plamenu poći
A ne ka srebru
Ruka bi se osušila kad bi ti se ne`do Bog nožem leđima uputila
Isekla bi sve što je tradicija učila
Da pomaže u nevolji i dostojnim salutira
Najgore od svega što bi svesna bila ipak
Da nije ljudska ruka nego zakržljali pipak
Demona nižeg ranga prezrenog od vraga
Bez uspeha za srećom u prevari da traga
Dok iz bušnih obraza mu izvire ljaga
Takvog propusti kroz šake kome dopadne šaka
Ruka ruci ne znas šta će doneti
Koliko jako taj će stisak boleti
Da li će sreću kroz tvoj život proneti
Ili kao tajfun sve sa sobom odneti
Čoveku pružaš ruku kada ga upoznaješ
Zbog te ruke pružene često se i pokaješ
Pazi šta pričaš i kome tajne odaješ
Zajebaće te neko jer misliš da ga poznaješ
Problem je na vratima već duže vreme kuca
Pa bežiš od nepravde što za tobom jurca
Svet pada u vodu i počinje da puca
Jer druga ruka nije bila pružena od srca
Kad si u nevolji brzo lupa čuka
Okreću se glave i ne pruža se ruka
Nije to tvoja to njihova je bruka
Al prodaće i njih od poverenja ruka
Brzinom svetlosti i brzinom zvuka
Juri se za parama i diže se buka
Ne vredi svo zlato kad pritisne te muka
Ni Midi nije pomogla zlatna ruka
Ruka ruci ne znas šta će doneti
Koliko jako taj će stisak boleti
Da li će sreću kroz tvoj život proneti
Ili kao tajfun sve sa sobom odneti

(translation)

Hand in hand we are not Turks
At least as long as we recognize each other in trouble
My brother, when I extend my hand I look you in the eye
And from the heart, with my vocabulary, I made a promise
That I will, known and unknown, be able to
Ready for the right to go up in flames
And not to silver
Your hand would dry up if God stabbed you in the back with a knife
She would cut everything that tradition taught
To help in trouble and worthy salutes
Worst of all she would have been aware of though
That it is not a human hand but a stunted tentacle
A demon of lower rank despised than the devil
Without success for luck in the scam to search
While a stain appears from his bushy cheeks
He passes such a man through the fists whoever likes the fist
Hand in hand you don't know what it will bring
How much that grip will hurt
Will happiness pass through your life
Or take everything with you like a typhoon
You lend a hand to a man when you meet him
Because of that hand extended, you often repent
Watch what you say and to whom you reveal secrets
Someone will fuck you because you think you know him
The problem has been knocking on the door for a long time
So you run away from the injustice that is chasing you
The world falls into the water and starts shooting
Because the other hand was not extended from the heart
When you're in trouble, you knock fast
He turns his head and does not reach out
It's not yours, it's their disgrace
But he will also sell them out of trust
At the speed of light and the speed of sound
He chases after the money and the noise rises
It's not worth all the gold when you're in pain
Midi's golden hand didn't help either
Hand in hand you don't know what it will bring
How much that grip will hurt
Will happiness pass through your life
Or take everything with you like a typhoon