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 |