Hatma ratra manda Lyrics – Stoka
Singer: Stoka
Title: Hatma ratra manda
Arabian night like Arabian day
Imam otrove, eksplozive, zemlja – zemlja raketu
Pa smo porušili jebeni grad, napravili jebene štete
A onda faksom dobili čestitku od dede
Pa me zove lik, kaže mi: “Hatma ratra manda”
Ovdje Hezbolah banda, koja je vaša komanda
Srušiti gornji toranj, HNK zgradu
Nek svi vrište, nek plaču, nek je haos u mojem gradu
Imam bum-bum pakete, bojeve glave, rakete
Samoubojice, mete, čete za radit štete
Ima minobacače, viruse da svako plače
Antrakse, salmonele, sve od čeg’ živi se kraće
Imam topove, koji spajaju podove, stropove
Ruše zidove, na ulice tjeraju lopove
Sjetite se mene kad čujete detonacije
Kad dim prekrije nebo iznad jebene nacije
Jer zapalit ću sve šume a more dići ću u zrak
Sa zoljom raznijet ću sunce da uvijek bude mrak
Sješću u raketu i na mjesec otići
Stavit plastični eksploziv i još više ga dići
U svemir, vanzemaljcima najavit nemir
Porokat leteće tanjure, do pakla napravit đir
Porokat ću sotonu, bacit napalm u pakao
Biće im tol’ko vruće da i Lucifer bi zaplakao
A kad završim s’ paklom, otići ću do raja
Do mog prijatelja Boga, na keks i šalicu čaja
Da mi da nove mete, želi da premjestim planete
Da pripremim rakete, moje jebeno guba kad lete
Da srušim sve zvijezde, svemir pobojam u bijelo
Da je to novi početak, njegovo novo djelo
Arabian night like Arabian day
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Hatma ratra manda – English Translation
Arabian Night Like Arabian Day
I have poisons, explosives, land – land to the rocket
So we demolished the f#cking city, did f#cking damage
And then fax received a card from the grandfather
So he calls me a character, tells me, “Hatma of Ratra Manda”
Here the Hezbollah gang, what is your command
To overthrow the top tower, HNK building
Let everyone scream, let them cry, let’s have a chaos in my city
I have boom-bum packages, warheads, rockets
Suicide, targets, troops to do damage
Has mortars, they say everyone crying
Anthrax, salmonella, all of the one ‘living shorter
I have cannons that connect floors, ceilings
Tear down the walls, to the streets drive thieves
Remember me when you hear detonations
When the smoke covers the sky above the f#cking nation
Because I will burn all the forests and the sea will raise into the air
With the Zolj I will blow the sun to always be dark
Sitting in a rocket and on the moon to go
Put plastic explosives and get it even more
To space, aliens announce the discomfort
The birth of flying plates, to the hell make a gir
I will enslave Satan, throw napalm in hell
They will be so hot to have Lucifer crying and
And when I finish with ‘hell, I’ll go to paradise
To my friend of God, to biscuits and a cup of tea
To give me new targets, he wants me to move planets
To prepare rockets, my f#cking lose when they fly
To overthrow all the stars, the universe afraid in white
That this is a new beginning, his new work
Arabian Night Like Arabian Day
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Lyrics Stoka – Hatma ratra manda
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