Ulica me nije volela Lyrics – Deniro
Singer: Deniro
Title: Ulica me nije volela
Za moje geto klince
Za moju ulicu, ex Maršala Tita
Dobro se sećam detinjstvo gradskog dečaka
S’ reputacijom lošeg đaka
U carstvu uličnih caka
Živeo na brzaka, u društvu lažnih ortaka
Danas potpuno sam, pešaka, sanjam za džabaka
Slušaš suze dešnjaka, glumim MC-a u cirkusu
Ti se mrštiš iz kola
Dok ja se mrznem na minusu
U zamci mišolovke, osuđen na crne povorke
Ortaci 10 godina furaju iste montovke
Pozdrav za sve levoruke
Što stihove nižu levom
Još uvek sukob sestričinom
Sestrom Nelom i kevom
Borim se protiv nedaća, juče se ne vraća
Kroz igru srce me nosi
HipHop račune mi ne plaća
Klinac uči školu il’ bićeš bitanga suva
Ulica ljubav ne uzvraća – to moraš da znaš
Bez obzira koliko ljubavi imaš da joj daš
Makar preturao po smeću, nikad ne naš’o sreću
Sedeću na stepeništu, na mestu gde snovi kreću
Zna svaka suza što k’o smrt je bolela
Da voleo sam ulicu al’ ulica me nije volela
Sa neba ništa ne pada, juče sam sreo Nenada
Dve čuke vrućih sećanja, kako je bilo nekada
Dušan Jerković, kabinet Ruskog jezika
Nastavnica Dora i društvo mrtvih pesnika
Sad nema nazad, svakom ono što zasluži
Srce je smrvljeno, pa i tuđi bol zna da rastuži
Rime boje siromaštva, suza k’o list što opada
Sa grane oka, davno napustila me posada
Sam držim kormilo, sve se brzo odvilo
23 za tren, bezbroj suza u beton sam slomio
Po centru snove lovio, tugu iz oka prolio
“Ulice se kloni, budi frajer u drugim stvarima!”
Knjigu nisam pip’o, već glupir’o se s’ drugarima
Post’o drumski razbojnik, ulicama što skita
Crno ime iz dosijea – sramota Maršala Tita
Makar preturao po smeću, nikad ne naš’o sreću
Sedeću na stepeništu, na mestu gde snovi kreću
Zna svaka suza što k’o smrt je bolela
Da voleo sam ulicu al’ ulica me nije volela
Srećem ljude iz prošlosti, svako masku novu ima
Nekad srodne duše, danas ‘ladni k’o zima
U gradu kad naletimo, pogled spustimo ka asfaltu
Prođemo bez reči, u grlu reč je baš stala tu
Zaglavljena k’o lift na međuspratu
Imam rodbinu bogatu, a k’o svinja živim u blatu
Tata živi privatno, u čvor smo vezani
Ortak šljaka na vratima
Da uspe porodicu da prehrani
Crnčimo za mrve, srećni kad ima bar paštete
Pištolje na vodu zamenile su berete
Gledam tužne portrete izlomljene od tuge
Po ceo dan žicaš pljuge
Po kraju k’o voz bez pruge
Živiš u samoći, ne znaš kuda poći
Tužan provodiš noći, u nadi da bol će proći
Njena slika u srcu davno je izgorela
Ja voleo sam ulicu al’ ulica me nije volela
Makar preturao po smeću, nikad ne naš’o sreću
Sedeću na stepeništu, na mestu gde snovi kreću
Zna svaka suza što k’o smrt je bolela
Da voleo sam ulicu al’ ulica me nije volela
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Ulica me nije volela – English Translation
For my ghetto kids
For my street, ex marshal Tita
I remember the childhood of the city boy well
With ‘the reputation of a bad student
In the empire of street cacs
Lived on a rapid, in a society of false partners
Today I’m totally, pedestrian, I dream about the free
You listen to the tears of the charm, I’m acting MC in the circus
You frown out of the car
While I hate myself to the minus
In the trap of mousetrous, convicted of black procession
Doctors 10 years Fuuri of the same montovka
Hello for all left-handed
What verses lower left
Still a conflict with the nursing
By sister Nelo and Keva
I fight against adversity, yesterday does not return
Through the game heart carry me
Hiphop accounts don’t pay me
Kid teaches school IL ‘you will be Bitanga Suva
Street Love does not return – You have to know that
No matter how much love you have to give her
At least scored on the trash, never our luck
I’ll sit on the stairs, at the place where dreams go
Every tear knows what death has hurt
That I loved the street but I didn’t like me
Nothing falls from the sky, I met Nenad yesterday
Two squuz of hot memories, as it used to be
Dusan Jerkovic, Russian Cabinet
Dora teacher and company of dead poets
Now no back, every thing that deserves
The heart is crushed, so other people’s pain knows that he is growing
Poverty Rome, Susa K’o List
From the branch of an eye, a long time ago left me crew
I keep the rudder myself, everything happened quickly
23 for a moment, my countless tears in concrete I broke
By the center of the dream, Lovio, sorrow from the eye shed
“The streets stay away, be a guy in other things!”
I did not pick up the book, but fooled with ‘friends
Post’o road bandy, streets as skita
Black name from the file – Disgrace of marshal Tita
At least scored on the trash, never our luck
I’ll sit on the stairs, at the place where dreams go
Every tear knows what death has hurt
That I loved the street but I didn’t like me
I meet people from the past, every mask new has
Once soul mates, today ‘Ladni k’o zima
In the city when I run away, let’s go down to asphalt
We pass without words, in the throat, the word it really stood there
Stuck like a lift on the knack
I have relatives rich, and I live in the mud
Dad lives privately, we are attached to the node
DOULD OF SLL ON THE DOOR
To succeed from the family to feed
We niggle for crumbs, happy when there is at least pate
Water pistols replaced bereete
I’m watching sad portraits broken out of grief
All day wire places
By the end of the k’o train without a stripe
You live in solitude, you don’t know where to go
Sad spending nights, hoping for pain to pass
Her picture in heart was burned long ago
I loved the street al ‘street didn’t like me
At least scored on the trash, never our luck
I’ll sit on the stairs, at the place where dreams go
Every tear knows what death has hurt
That I loved the street but I didn’t like me
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Lyrics Deniro – Ulica me nije volela
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