Translation of the song lyrics Dilerska - Surreal, Krešo Bengalka

Dilerska (original)

O, da, samo prodaje se droga
Tebra, pravim, bre, sto evrića dnevno minimum matori
Aaaah!
I neću da padnem
Yeah, uh
Nemoj ništa da pričaš preko telefona, matori
Samo dođi sutra i sve može
Aaaah!
Prodao sam kilu, a zaradio sam kitu
Da mi ide tol’ko dnevno, onda uzeo bi' kintu
Opet imam više keša nego ti
Jedem pedes' evra dnevno, tebra, to smo mi
«Narkomani», nazivaju nas drugovi
U stvari smo im samo droga i dugovi
Ribe puše karu, jer lože se na priču
A priču imam staru — može sve, al' samo tiću
Keve kukaju i plaču, klinci ne idu u školu
Deca šljakaju u kraju, duvaju i prave lovu
Pa-keti im na jaju, na telefon samo zovu
Svaki dan mi ode, tebra, kao tebi za Novu
Zato slušaj pesmu ovu, mrdaj levo-desno glavom
Mene zovi, ja ne sečem, mi smo dileri sa stavom
Imam žuto-bele treše, uzmi častiću te travom
Kaktus, 'čurke, koca, burek, malo provozaj se sa mnom
Ja sam droga, bitch
Krešo Bengalka, u žilu ti pošaljem vraga
Pravim trostruke pare od droge, kese i zraka
Na mobitelu umuknem, razvežem se uživo

Dilerska (translation)

Oh yeah, just selling drugs
Tebra, I make, well, one hundred evrića a day, minimum, old people
Aaaah!
And I will not fall
Yeah, uh
Don't talk on the phone, old people
Just come tomorrow and anything is possible
Aaaah!
I sold a kilo, and I made a fortune
If I had that much a day, then I would take a penny
Again, I have more cash than you
I eat fifty euros a day, tebra, that's us
"Drug addicts", our friends call us
In fact, we are just drugs and debts for them
Pisces smokes cara, because they get fired up for a story
And I have an old story - anything is possible, but only tichi
The kids are whining and crying, the kids don't go to school
Children are slathering in the end, blowing and hunting
Pa-keti just calls them on the phone
Every day goes to me, tebra, like to you for New Year
So listen to this song, move your head left and right
Call me, I don't cut corners, we are dealers with attitude
I have yellow and white cherries, take a piece of grass
Cactus, 'kurke, koca, burek, take a little ride with me
I'm dope, bitch
Cresso Bengalka, I'm sending the devil into your veins
I make triple vapors from drugs, bags and air
I shut up on my cell phone, get divorced live