Balada Emigranta - Škabo, DJ Silent

Još jedan papir po kom' ne mogu da pišem

Zgužvan je i bačen, jer plačem poput pičke

Rastanak mi nije mio pevao je Nino

On je pokojan odavno, evo sad i mi smo

Kad je odnos tol’ko emotivan često biva

Da svoju stranu ringa bira cela ekipa

Jedni kažu da od Škaba nema goreg smrada

Drugi da sam lud što sam čekao do sada

Kada seda mi je brada, svaka koska mi je stara

Mišići preumorni pa ih jedva goni glava

Preteška i sama posle novog poraza

Izgubljena nada da su ovo stanja prolazna

Izgleda je akutno, obostrano prećutno

Da se ne zna ko je koga šutn'o

A stari jadnik s tobom hteo je i dalje

Sada kofer spakovan je sudbina me na put šalje

Sve se lepo briše kad su bitne samo pare

Srce postane ko kamen kad na sve se cene stave

Javno ljubav dajem, biraš orgije tajne

Ne mogu više, moj beli grade

Dođavola sve, dođavola sa mnom

Mnogo te volim ali puk’o sam odavno

Dosadio mi život u lošoj krimi seriji

Potražiću progrm gde su ljudi srećniji

Dođavola sve, dođavola sa mnom

Mnogo te volim al' se pakujem polako

Ovakav ishod moj je lični poraz

Al' na druge sada misliti moram

K’o dobar i loš pandur mozak su i srce

Pa promene uloge kad poteze povučeš

Dal' će igde biti tako lepo k’o kod kuće

Gde postalo je lepo ko u jeku vlasti turske

Vidim razliku u imenu jedino

Da li si se poturčio ili unapredio

Suština je ista, izabrao si večeru

I poljubio ruku da bi umakao sečivu

Prodajne nijanse juče Alah danas Alek

Ili menjaj veru ili sve će da ti zgrabe

Juče janičara šalje danas uterivača

Da li prene ili pale uvek plače majka

Strašna priča stara sa brdovitog balkana

Gdje jebena je strana uvek sirotinja raja

A sve manje je hajduka, kubura i jatagana

Sve više komentara dobro plaćenih budala

Muka mi od njih koliko i od zulumćara

Adiós mis amigos queridos, hasta mañana

Dođavola sve, dođavola sa mnom

Mnogo te volim ali puk’o sam odavno

Dosadio mi život u lošoj krimi seriji

Potražiću progrm gde su ljudi srećniji

Dođavola sve, dođavola sa mnom

Mnogo te volim al' se pakujem polako

Ovakav ishod moj je lični poraz

Al' na druge sada misliti moram

Another paper I can't write on

He is crumpled and thrown away, because I cry like a pussy

I didn't like parting, sang Nino

He died a long time ago, here we are

When a relationship is so emotional, it often happens

Let the whole team choose their side of the ring

Some say that there is no worse stench than Škab

Others that I’m crazy what I’ve been waiting for so far

When my chin is gray, every bone is old

The muscles are too tired so they can barely chase their heads

Too heavy and alone after another defeat

Lost hope that these conditions are transient

It seems acute, mutually silent

It is not known who was silent when

And the poor old man with you still wanted to

Now the suitcase is packed, destiny sends me on my way

Everything is nicely erased when only money is important

The heart becomes like a stone when all prices are set

I give love in public, you choose orgies of secrets

I can't take it anymore, my white city

Damn it all, damn it with me

I love you very much, but I broke up a long time ago

I'm tired of living in a bad crime series

I will look for a program where people are happier

Damn it all, damn it with me

I love you very much, but I'm packing slowly

This outcome is my personal defeat

But I have to think of others now

Like a good cop and a bad cop, the brain is the heart

So change roles when you pull moves

Will it be as beautiful anywhere as at home?

Where it has become beautiful as in the midst of Turkish rule

I see the difference in the name only

Have you converted to Islam or been promoted?

The essence is the same, you chose dinner

And he kissed his hand to dip the blade

Sales shades yesterday Allah today Alec

Either change your faith or they will grab everything from you

Yesterday the janissary sent today the uterus

Whether she passes or burns, her mother always cries

A terrible story from the hilly Balkans

Where the fucking side is always the poor of heaven

And there are fewer and fewer hajduks, kuburas and yataghans

More and more comments from well-paid fools

I'm as sick of them as I am of the tyrants

Goodbye my dear friends, hasta mañana

Damn it all, damn it with me

I love you very much, but I broke up a long time ago

I'm tired of living in a bad crime series

I will look for a program where people are happier

Damn it all, damn it with me

I love you very much, but I'm packing slowly

This outcome is my personal defeat

But I have to think of others now