Translation of the song lyrics Sanjaju - Loš Sin, Psiha Delikvento, Jala

Sanjaju (original)

Te noći kada ne bude me
Samo će dvije žene zamnom plakat'
Ove oči sada ne vide gdje
Trebalo bi krenut'
Život je borba, na krivom putu odavno sam
Boga pitaj kol’ko do sad, robe prodao sam
SAMIRAMI, gdje su moje pare?
Polako počinjem da gubim pamet
Previše je onih, što bi tapšali mi rame
Moje rane, nikad neće zarasti
I nikad nije bilo, lako biti pjesnik
Zovi me Jura Stublić, jer moje srce ostalo tamo na cesti je
Moji kupuju, vagaju, pakuju, i valjaju, otimaju, kradu, varaju I tako
preživljavaju
Jer nema drugog načina, život skupo košta
U mom gradu utoku ima svaki poštar
Sarajevo oko
Hale kruže blockom, srolao sam haze- a gram
I puk’o sam se sa kokom
Na satu pet do dvanaest, vrijeme ko da stalo je
Pola mojih drugova mrtvo je, a pola palo je!
Bože oprosti što za pare loše stvari radim
Oko mene ljudi loši, pod nogama drumovi hladni
Na stolu pištolj i snovi, iza leđa vukovi gladni
Niko drolju neće da prosi, niko lošeg neće da hvali
Samo znam da…
Oni sanjaju da me vide dole!
U mom gradu hvale se — nije pala mrtva glava
Život je kurava, izgled zavarava
Trebaš znat' da u suštini, nije tako kako ti se čini
(nee) (ne)
Sve se vrti oko para
A mi, dostižemo nove nivoe
Jer za ljude moje, granice ne postoje
Psiha rolao dva cola
Brate rizla mi k’o novina
Žele biti lovci, al' zapravo su lovina
Po ko zna koji put ti kažem, nije do mene
Gledam neke stvari, treba da se prom’jene
Nije do menee, oko mene sve hijene
Hijene oko mene (oko mene)
Bože oprosti što za pare loše stvari radim
Oko mene ljudi loši, pod nogama drumovi hladni
Na stolu pištolj i snovi, iza leđa vukovi gladni
Niko drolju neće da prosi, niko lošeg neće da hvali
Samo znam da…
Oni sanjaju da me vide dole!
Moji žive tako sto valjaju ganju
Noću znamo da zovemo advokate
Noću iza brave zatvore nam bracu
Noću kucu nadju;
uplakane majke
Hoću maxice — neću starke
Ne otvaram oči u sred dana mrak je
Ne znam dal' ću moci, Bože daj mi snage
Ulica me zove, iza mene vrag je
Moj dom, moj blunt pun bola
Vučem sranje dušu ostavljam u ruglu
Starim krajem sada vozam nova kolaa
Teško im je vidjet' «brata» sa džipom na uglu
Kriju tugu, vidim da me mrze
Vidim pičke, džaba se mršte
U glocku zrno, u oku trn ste
U bloku krv, okovan prsten
Nemoj da se prave budale
Po grada čuva nam djale
U džepu hiljada barem
Na čelu tri «glava «ćale
S' Corom u 3. grada dodjem
To je 3. hiljade barem
3. rave bare u svakome
Same rade šta kažem
Neće me naći da tonem
Dođem i napunim salee
Neće naći me dole
Ovo su vode do slave
Ma i da bace me dole
U ralje zvijeri da padnem
Ranjen bih došao gore
Drolje da jebem vam mame
Ovo je moj bol, moj grad, moj brod
Moj gram moja pucina, moja jedra
Moj tron, moj kraj, moja sudbina
Moja vjera, moj Bog, moj spas
Mojih devet milimetara u cijevi za vas
Moj grom, moj sjaj, moj grob je moj grad
Moj klan, moja borba, moj ponos
Moj san, Moj dan, moja noć
Moj rat je moj samo
I devet milimetara u cijevi za vas !!!
Bože oprosti što za pare loše stvari radim
Oko mene ljudi loši, pod nogama drumovi hladni
Na stolu pištolj i snovi, iza leđa vukovi gladni
Niko drolju neće da prosi, niko lošeg neće da hvali

(translation)

Those nights when he doesn't wake me up
Only two women will cry with me'
These eyes now do not see where
It should go'
Life is a struggle, I have been on the wrong path for a long time
Ask God how much I have sold so far
SAMIRAMI, where is my money?
I'm slowly starting to lose my mind
There are too many who would pat me on the back
My wounds will never heal
And it was never, easy to be a poet
Call me Jura Stublić, because my heart is left there on the road
Mine buy, weigh, pack, and steal, steal, cheat, etc.
they survive
Because there is no other way, life is expensive
In my town, every postman has an inlet
Sarajevo approx
Halls are circling the block, I rolled a haze-gram
And I got high on coke
At five to twelve, time has stopped
Half my comrades are dead, and half have fallen!
God forgive me for doing bad things for money
Bad people around me, cold roads under my feet
A gun and dreams on the table, hungry wolves behind
No one will beg for a slut, no one will praise a bad person
I just know that…
They dream of seeing me down there!
In my city they boast - not a dead head fell
Life is a whore, looks are deceiving
You should know that, in essence, it is not as it seems to you
(no) (no)
Everything revolves around the couple
And we are reaching new levels
Because for my people, there are no borders
Psyche rolled two inches
Brother, rice is like a newspaper to me
They want to be hunters, but they are actually the prey
As many times as I tell you, it's not up to me
I see some things, they need to be changed
It's not up to me, all the hyenas around me
Hyenas around me (around me)
God forgive me for doing bad things for money
Bad people around me, cold roads under my feet
A gun and dreams on the table, hungry wolves behind
No one will beg for a slut, no one will praise a bad person
I just know that…
They dream of seeing me down there!
My people live by rolling ganja
At night, we know to call lawyers
At night, they lock up our brothers
They find the house at night;
crying mothers
I want a maxi — I don't want an old one
I don't open my eyes in the middle of the day it's dark
I don't know if I will be able to, God give me strength
The street is calling me, the devil is behind me
My home, my blunt full of pain
I'm dragging shit, I'm leaving my soul in a mockery
In the old part, I now drive a new car
It is difficult for them to see the "brother" with the jeep on the corner
They hide their sadness, I can see that they hate me
I see pussies, they're frowning for nothing
You're a thorn in the side of a grain in a Glock
In block blood, chained ring
Don't make fools of yourself
The city keeps us safe
In the pocket of thousands at least
On the forehead are three «heads»
I'm coming with Cora to the 3rd city
That's 3 thousand at least
3. rave bars in everyone
They do what I say
They won't find me sinking
I come and fill the salee
They won't find me down there
These are the roads to glory
Even if they throw me down
Into the jaws of the beast to fall
I would come up wounded
Sluts to fuck your moms
This is my pain, my city, my ship
My gram, my boat, my sails
My throne, my end, my destiny
My faith, my God, my salvation
My nine millimeters in a tube for you
My thunder, my shine, my grave is my city
My clan, my fight, my pride
My dream, My day, My night
My war is mine alone
And nine millimeters in the tube for you !!!
God forgive me for doing bad things for money
Bad people around me, cold roads under my feet
A gun and dreams on the table, hungry wolves behind
No one will beg for a slut, no one will praise a bad person