Suma sumarum - General Woo, Sett

Poznavo sam tog čovjeka rane tridesete

Novčanice kad vidim uvijek na njega me sjete

Volio je lovu više nego samog sebe

Skupe stvari skupe aute isključivo zgodne žene

Namirena djeca doma supruga bez mane

Zna da ševi sa strane zatvara restorane

Sposoban za biznis što bi rekli ima nos

Dati cipele za zimu usred ljeta proda bos

U firmi pravi Bos konkurente trese jeza

Radi samo krupne poslove politika je veza

Jahta kuće stanova barem pet

I na krilima od bijelog on je imo cijeli svijet

I puna usta hvale kome puca sve penale

Tko mu daje sa estrade iz rukava vadi šale

Probleme je rješavo isto kao stanje šoka

Sa osmjehom na licu jednim namigom oka

I svirale su tambure oko pijanog tajkuna

I sve se moglo kupit vrećom eura i kuna

A samo nije sreća koja nekog drugog čeka

Šteta jer Ja poznavo sam Tog čovjeka

Suma Sumarum nikad dosta kad se zbraja

Stalno je borba pobjeda nema sjaja

Život je igra koja igra se do kraja

Al ništa nije vječno na tom putu do raja, (zato) 2x

U WC-u restorana iz kabine vire noge

Novčanice na podu i po dasci nešto droge

Na prsima ruka onako stisnuta i čvrsta

Jako krvari iz nosa ravno u svoja usta

A hitnu zove konobar svi pitaju šta je bilo

Ja ne osjećam pulsiranje provjeravam i bilo

Nekada sam živio preko svake mjere

Sad nađi me predoziranog tu gdje svako sere

Mene ne sažaljeva to moja smrt vas raduje

Nešto kao hrana masi koja gladuje

Politika je kurva jebo sam tu drolju

Trebaš imat samo želudac i dobru volju

Pokro sam hrvatine omotan u barjaku

Vjerujem u pare gradim Isusa na marjanu

Obitelj mi je svetinja al jebi ga brate

Pjevačice mi puše ko hrvati kad se klade

Ti gledaš ih na naslovnici svakog tabloida

Ja vidim to što jesu sponzoruše bez stida

Vi drkate na domoljube serete o poštenju

Mi kupujemo ispite rasprodajemo zemlju

Dok vi čekate na red ljudi poput mene uzimaju

Guraju se laktare proždiru poduzimaju

Vi ste galijoti robovi pod vodom

Mi vam kupujemo vesla mi upravljamo brodom

Mi smo druga rasa ne pričamo prosjački

Može zvučat grubo često zvuči prostački

Ja sam rus produkt kolas s izvornog susta vrjednosti

O kojem pričaš djeci koja žive kao bijednici

O mom životu pričate o mom životu čitaš

O tvom životu nitko neće pisat nikad

Suma Sumarum nikad dosta kad se zbraja

Stalno je borba pobjeda nema sjaja

Život je igra koja igra se do kraja

Al ništa nije vječno na tom putu do raja, (zato) 2x

I know this man in his early thirties

When I see banknotes, they always remind me of him

He loved the hunt more than himself

Expensive things, expensive cars, exclusively for hot women

Satisfied children of the home of the wife without flaws

He knows that he is screwing with the side of closing restaurants

Able to do business, one would say he has a nose

To give shoes for winter in the middle of summer sells bare feet

In the company, a real boss makes competitors shudder

It only does large jobs policy is connection

The yacht houses at least five apartments

And on wings of white he has the whole world

And a mouth full of praise for the one who shoots all the penalties

Whoever gives it to him from the stage pulls jokes out of his sleeve

Problems are solvable just like the state of shock

With a smile on your face in the blink of an eye

And they played tambourines around the drunken tycoon

And everything could be bought with a bag of euros and kuna

And it's just not the happiness that awaits someone else

It's a shame because I know that man

Suma Sumarum never enough when it is added up

It's a constant struggle win no shine

Life is a game that is played to the end

But nothing is eternal on that road to paradise, (therefore) 2x

In the restaurant's toilet, legs are sticking out of the cabin

Bills on the floor and some drugs on the floor

On the chest, the hand is clenched and firm

He is bleeding profusely from his nose straight into his mouth

And the waiter calls the emergency room, everyone asks what happened

I don't feel a pulse, I check for any

I used to live beyond measure

Now find me overdosed where everyone shits

You do not pity me, it is my death that makes you happy

Something like food for the starving masses

Politics is a whore, fuck that bitch

You only need to have a stomach and a good will

I am wrapped in a flag because of Croatia

I believe in money, I build Jesus on the marjan

My family is sacred to me, but fuck it, brother

Singers blow me like a wrestler when they bet

You see them on the cover of every tabloid

I see what they are shameless sponsors

You jerk off to the patriots shit about honesty

We buy exams sell off land

While you wait your turn people like me take

They push themselves lactars devour undertake

You are galliot slaves under water

We buy you the oars, we steer the boat

We're a different race, we don't talk beggarly

It can sound harsh, it often sounds simple

I am a Russian product cola from the original system of values

What children are you talking about who live like wretched people?

You talk about my life, you read about my life

No one will ever write about your life

Suma Sumarum never enough when it is added up

It's a constant struggle win no shine

Life is a game that is played to the end

But nothing is eternal on that road to paradise, (therefore) 2x