Translation of the song lyrics Dobro vece - Skiz

Dobro vece (original)

Dobro veče ovde Kismo
Makan mi reče da izvučem pištolj
Klik klak i opalim dva
Da raja čuje kako prede naša prangija
Zig zag i iscimam dva
Da raja vidi kako šuri naša skanija
We are true plejaz nikad boranija
Rastočeni kezimo se iz crnoga kabrija
Koji je nabrijan pa dok mi vufer sabija
Sa 220 prođem kod hotela Jugoslavija
Kružni tok slavija kao bege fantom
Sirena za mnom zavija ja kuliram sa blantom
Konstantno brzinu održavam
Cimam nonšalantno i u plućima zadržavam
Bezbednost državna je angažovana
Da navata mene i pobratima makana
Živi ili mrtvi u po noći u po dana
Dok mi se krijemo kod jataka iz klana
Dobro veče ekipa je krejzi
Guns n roses vutra mitraljezi
Lsd se pije u kabezi
Doviđenja prijatno ostanite na vezi
Dobro veče ovde Makan
Smole reče mi da neko mora biti zaklan
I vadim mačetu
Lik se usro a ja samo namazo paštetu
Pa vratim je u korice
Bol u vuglama vašim jerbo znam te forice
Za čio pika u setika žimdr
Da ima da metnem kada se nažimpr
Kabrija smo slupali
Ali pre eksplozije plejer smo iščupali
Diler svračio jer ga smole iskundačio
Ribu mu tvlačimo i robu izvlačimo
Kad smo u sremu na tavan šunke kačimo
Bravariju kad radimo u crno se oblačimo
Svaka naša matra obiluje baščinom
Drolji ujutru serviram jaja sa kobaščinom
Dobro veče ekipa je krejzi
Guns n roses vutra mitraljezi
Lsd se pije u kabezi
Doviđenja prijatno ostanite na vezi

Dobro vece (translation)

Good evening—Kismo at your threshold stands
Makan bade me summon from shadow my pistol
Click—clack—two shots ring, as fate commands
That the crowd may hear how our iron purrs, abysmal
Zigzag—my hand twitches, I draw two more
That the multitude may witness how our Scania hisses ashore
We are true playaz—never the small fry’s kin
Unspooled, our grins flash from the mouth of a sable cabriolet
Wound tight, while my woofer pounds its iron skin
At two-twenty I slice by the Hotel Jugoslavija’s gray
The roundabout at Slavija—a phantom in Belgrade’s gloom
A siren keens my requiem, yet I drift with a blunt in bloom
I keep the speed steady, the meter’s needle alight
Breathing in languor, smoke pooling deep in my chest’s night
The state’s own Cerberus unleashed on the chase
Hungering to net me and Makan, my mirror-face
Alive or dead—noon drowns in midnight’s span
While we vanish beneath the clan’s safe roof, out of man’s
Good evening—the crew is madness uncurled
Guns and Roses, hashish, and mitrailleuse unfurled
LSD sipped in the skull’s secret abyss
Adieu, be well—let our signals not miss
Good evening—from Makan, the shadow returns
Smole whispered: one must fall before the pyre burns
So I draw my machete, blade licking the air’s thin skin
The fool soils himself—I merely butter my bread with a grin
Then sheath it again, steel sleeping in its lair
Aching in your corners—I know those sly tricks you wear
For every sly card in the deck’s secret den
To play my hand when the fury grows again
We wrecked our cabriolet, shattered glass in the dawn
But before the fire’s blossom, the player was torn
The dealer stopped by, incensed by Smole’s slight
We filch his catch, strip the wares in the night
In Srem, we hang hams from the rafters’ chill
When forging steel, we dress in night’s black will
Each of our mothers, a garden rich and wise
To the wanton at dawn, I serve eggs and sausage, no disguise
Good evening—the crew is madness uncurled
Guns and Roses, hashish, and mitrailleuse unfurled
LSD sipped in the skull’s secret abyss
Adieu, be well—let our signals not miss