Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tri Kile, Tri Godine, artist - Zabranjeno pušenje.
Date of issue: 31.12.2014
Song language: Bosnian
Tri Kile, Tri Godine(original) |
Kada je auto nanjusio pas |
Tad su i mene odveli u aps |
Nisam ni lago, nisam se skrivo |
Nisam ni druge zavaljivo |
Reko sam istinu, reko sam sve |
Kleko pred sistem, pokajo se |
Jer dilo sam travu, i to ne malu |
Htio bit rahat u jebeni vakat |
Hvala ti, gospodine |
Za tri kile, tri godine |
Kada je stao jebeni rat |
U stan broj 7, treci kat |
U slavnu bitku, uz trube, konfete |
Ja, stari, zena i trece dijete |
Neko se snaso, rekla bi ona |
U to mi propade autopraona |
Tesko je reci vlastitoj djeci |
Kad pitaju dje su Gormiti i keksi |
Hvala ti, gospodine |
Za tri kile, tri godine |
Odvelo me ko da sam Escobar |
Sijevaju blicevi od novina |
Oni sto maznuse Inu i Hep |
Nisu ni blizu zvijezde ko ja |
Miralem Cengic, iz stana 7, treci kat |
Zato vam hvala za fer sudjenje |
Mogo sam dobit cetiri il pet |
Kao oni sto na zenino ime |
milione gotovine, od drzavne firme |
A htio sam samo sredit stan, |
Nabavit novi namjestaj |
Zeni pokazat svoj poslovni duh |
i za dobre talove njuh |
Hvala ti, gospodine |
Za tri kile, tri godine |
Odvelo me ko da sam Escobar |
Sijevaju blicevi od novina |
Oni sto maznuse Inu i Hep |
Nisu ni blizu zvijezde ko ja |
Miralem Cengic, iz stana 7, treci kat |
(translation) |
When the car sniffed the dog |
Then they took me to prison |
I'm not lago, I'm not hiding |
I'm not seductive either |
I told the truth, I told everything |
Kneel before the system, they repent |
Because I cut grass, and not small |
He wanted to be fucked in a fucking vacancy |
Thank you, sir |
In three pounds, three years |
When the fucking war stopped |
In apartment number 7, third floor |
In a glorious battle, with trumpets, confetti |
Me, old man, wife and third child |
Someone got along, she would say |
My car wash failed |
It's hard to tell your own children |
When they ask where Gormiti and biscuits are |
Thank you, sir |
In three pounds, three years |
It took me like I was an Escobar |
Newspaper flashes are shining |
Those who steal Ina and Hep |
They're not even close to a star like me |
Miralem Cengic, from apartment 7, third floor |
So thank you for a fair trial |
I could get four or five |
Like those in a woman's name |
millions of cash, from a state-owned company |
And I just wanted to fix the apartment, |
Get new furniture |
Women show their business spirit |
and for good smells |
Thank you, sir |
In three pounds, three years |
It took me like I was an Escobar |
Newspaper flashes are shining |
Those who steal Ina and Hep |
They're not even close to a star like me |
Miralem Cengic, from apartment 7, third floor |