Lyrics of Sve zbog tebe - Kobrica, Nucci

Sve zbog tebe (original)

Sve zbog tebe, noću trošila sam nerve
Nisam znala gde da krenem — ti mi nisi tu
Sve zbog tebe, noću trošila sam nerve
Nisam znala gde da krenem — ti mi nisi tu
Lagano prolaze nam dani, idu dani, na meni stoji karmin
A tebe nema, tebe kući nema, nevreme se sprema
Ove oči samo suze liju (Samo suze liju)
Ove usne drugu litru piju (Drugu litru piju)
Za tvoju blizinu, gasom kroz krivinu probijam bankinu
Nebitno je
Ona sanja Benza, novog belog keca
Na leto Vićenca, snovi — Balkan, deca
U rukavu keca, na grudima Kenza
Sa Zelenog venca na sedište Enza
Da nas vozi Tuarego, Lambo
Ostvarićemo sve, ne pitaj me kako
Jer sanjali smo dugo, nije bilo lako
Niz grlo klizi viski, dok njoj klizi Bianco, klizi Bianco
Druge Bond, ona pakla Kenta je
Druge Ford, a ona Corvette je
Nikad stop, do kraja gas, ne stajem
Mod je sport, kao Bolt jurim, nikada ne prestajem
Sve zbog tebe, noću trošila sam nerve
Nisam znala gde da krenem — ti mi nisi tu
Sve zbog tebe, noću trošila sam nerve
Nisam znala gde da krenem — ti mi nisi tu

(translation)

All because of you, at night I wasted my nerves
I didn't know where to go — you're not here
All because of you, at night I wasted my nerves
I didn't know where to go — you're not here
Our days pass slowly, the days go by, lipstick is on me
And you are not there, you are not at home, the storm is brewing
These eyes only shed tears (Only tears shed)
These lips are drinking a second liter (They are drinking a second liter)
For your proximity, I break through the bank with the gas through the curve
It's irrelevant
She dreams of Benz, the new white ace
In the summer of Vicenza, dreams — the Balkans, children
In the ace sleeve, on the chest of Kenzo
From the Green Ring to the headquarters of Enzo
To be driven by a Tuarego, a Lambo
We will make it all happen, don't ask me how
Because we dreamed for a long time, it was not easy
Whiskey slides down her throat, while Bianco slides down her throat, Bianco slides down
Another Bond, she is the hell of Kent
Others are Fords, and she is a Corvette
Never stop, full throttle, never stop
Mode is a sport, like Bolt I chase, I never stop
All because of you, at night I wasted my nerves
I didn't know where to go — you're not here
All because of you, at night I wasted my nerves
I didn't know where to go — you're not here