Maska Lyrics – Brut
Singer: Brut
Title: Maska
Negde na jugu moje proklete zemlje
Loš je rod, a dobro seme
Nek se jebe ko god opet seje
To nije opravdanje ni za mene ni za tebe
Ako svi su ti krivi, bolje pucaj u sebe
Život hladan kao sever, staze sa ograničenjem
Oličenje začelja i kada kreneš na vreme
Kučke pale se na šamar ko stari TV
Na BMW, Mercedes, Nike iz ’97.-e
Volim pritisak, ja sam igrač momenta
Iskrenost i istina ko molitva za oproštaj
Sudbina u mislima ko poligram za promašaj
Jer dobar život je najbolja osveta
Rođen sam da budemvernik, a postao sam pesnik
To je pobesa sa mnogo ego povreda, ali niste svesni
Ispod mog neba Bog je osporavan
Jer ako glad i smrt su na cesti
Zapali školu bez da ti savest prigovara
Jer Mesija nam nosi loše vesti
Sa ulicom u pesmi, sa gorčinom u knedli
Progutaj ili pljuni
Moj izbor je to da što nosim u sebi osete i drugi
Jer rađamo se dužni
Rađamo se tužni bez vazduha u plućima
Sa kamenjem na duši
I kad si Božije dete svaki dan je dan sudnji
Obogati se il’ umri
Od prvog talasa do dan danas
Na vodi sam više od alasa
Mogu da ti dam pravac, mogu da ti dam čamac
I svoj mamac, savet, dva, al’ ćeš i dalje biti gladan
Nemoj da me shvatiš bukvalno
Nikad nisam pucao
Nikad nisam jebo
Niko me nije drukao
Ti ne razumeš šta mi pričamo, šta čujemo
Udari prvi, niko mi leđa ne bi čuvao
A ti si uzo sirup jer je crnac uzo sirup
Na tvoj virus sam imun, skini masku debilu
Pola ovih poluzvezda apstinira od seksa
Al’ niko nije genije, niko nije Tesla
Od gromova do strobova
Od ulice do klubova, preko krovova, rovova
Nisam umoran, a dobro znam da moja borba tek je počela
I već ste izgubili mnogo ko kad je otišo Glogovac
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Maska – English Translation
Somewhere in the south of my damn country
Is a bad gender and well seed
Let yourself f#ck whoever sowing again
It’s not a justification for me for me for you
If all of you are guilty, shoot yourself better
Life Cold as North, Restriction Tracks
Arranging the back and when you go on time
b#tches fall on a slap of who an old TV
On BMW, Mercedes, Nike from ’97.-E
I love the pressure, I’m a torque player
Honesty and truth to whom prayer for forgiveness
Fate in thoughts who polygrams for failure
Because good life is the best revenge
I was born to be a memorator, and I became a poet
It’s a boys with many ego injuries but you are not aware
Beneath my sky God is disputed
Because if hunger and death are on the road
Ignite school without your conscience complaining
Because the Messiah carries us bad news
With a street in a song, with bitterness in Dumplings
Swallow or spit
My choice is that what I wear in myself and others
Because we are born obliged
We give birth to sad airless in the lungs
With stones on the soul
And when you are a child of God every day is a day of judgment
Get rich il ‘die
From the first wave to day today
I’m on the water more than the alas
I can give you a direction, I can give you a boat
And your bait, advice, two, but you will still be hungry
Don’t get me literally
I’ve never shot
I never f#ck
Nobody hooked me
You don’t understand what we’re telling me, what do we hear
Hit first, no one my back would keep me
And you are a syrup you are because black is a syrup
On your virus I immune, take off your hair mask
Half of these semiers abstain from sex
But no one is genius, no one is Tesla
From thunder to the strobe
From street to clubs, over roofs, trenches
I’m not tired, and I know well that my fight has just started
And you have already lost a lot of who when he went Glogovac
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Lyrics Brut – Maska
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