Translation of the song lyrics Tri Kile, Tri Godine - Zabranjeno pušenje

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

Tri Kile, Tri Godine (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