Lyrics of Čast - Santos

Čast (original)

I da mi život čitav sude, ja znam
Da ne dam nikom nikad obraz i čast
I da mi ruše snove ja ostat ću jak
Jer svaki novi dan, novi je san
Svaki dan u bloku, jednom nogom u grobu
Zapet čekam spreman tebra kao metak u glock-u
Svaki klinac htio bi da rola krajem BMW
Da sjaje kajle, felge, al krajem sjaje tetke
Milom il silom samo DAJ DAJ DAJ DAJ
Svi hoće nivo samo NAJ NAJ NAJ NAJ
Šta god je bilo ne dam nikome čast
Za svoje borim se kidam, jer neće sa neba mi past
Za večer treba mi grass, od nečeg sjeban mi glas
Hiljadu mečeva kreće a mi smo spremni za rat
Novi je dan, u glavi novi je plan
Na mobitel mi stiže poruka «Novi je gram?»
I da mi život čitav sude, ja znam
Da ne dam nikom nikad obraz i čast
I da mi ruše snove ja ostat ću jak
Jer svaki novi dan, novi je san
Imamo hiljadu planova, jedan morat će da upali
Hiljadu puta pali ali svaki puta ustali
Moji ljudi gladni gusari, čekaju spremni, budni, lukavi
Da odnesu u kešu ono što su drugi ukrali
Nedostižne stvari iz izloga, puno košta, malo izbora
Ako ne donesem Gucci kući, pokušat cu iznova
Majke ostale bez sinova, ubija me tuga njihova
Nikad rob sistemu nemam dilemu, bolje mrtav iza zidova
Bilo koji grad, pratim san bogat, mlad
Na vratu zlatna kajla, na ruci zlatan sat
Naruči masan blunt, ostalo ostavi nam
Na mobitelu mi pusti poruku «Ljubi te brat»
I da mi život čitav sude, ja znam
Da ne dam nikom nikad obraz i čast
I da mi ruše snove ja ostat ću jak
Jer svaki novi dan, novi je san

(translation)

And that my whole life is judged, I know
To never give anyone a cheek and honor
And to ruin my dreams I will stay strong
Because every new day is a new dream
Every day in the block, with one foot in the grave
Zapet I wait ready tebra like a bullet in a glock
Every kid would like to roll the end of a BMW
To shine kayles, rims, but in the end shines aunt
By grace or force only GIVE GIVE GIVE GIVE
Everyone wants a level of only the BEST BEST BEST
Whatever it is, I don't give anyone honor
I am fighting for my own, because it will not fall from the sky
I need grass for the evening, my voice fucked up by something
A thousand matches are starting and we are ready for war
It's a new day, a new plan in my head
The message "Is it a new gram?" Arrives on my cell phone.
And that my whole life is judged, I know
To never give anyone a cheek and honor
And to ruin my dreams I will stay strong
Because every new day is a new dream
We have a thousand plans, one will have to work
He fired a thousand times but got up each time
My people are hungry pirates, waiting ready, awake, cunning
To cash in what others have stolen
Unattainable things from the shop window, a lot of costs, little choice
If I don't bring Gucci home, I'll try again
Mothers left without sons, their grief kills me
I never have a dilemma for a slave system, better dead behind the walls
Any city, I follow a dream rich, young
On his neck a golden kayak, on his hand a golden watch
Order a greasy blunt, leave the rest to us
Leave me the message "Ljubi te brat" on my mobile phone
And that my whole life is judged, I know
To never give anyone a cheek and honor
And to ruin my dreams I will stay strong
Because every new day is a new dream