Ruka - Kila33, Škabo

Ruka ruci nismo turci

Makar dok se prepoznajemo na muci

Brate moj kad ti ruku pružim pogledam u oči

I od srca svojim rečnikom obećanje sročim

Da ću znano i neznano da mi je u moći

Spreman da će desnica ka plamenu poći

A ne ka srebru

Ruka bi se osušila kad bi ti se ne`do Bog nožem leđima uputila

Isekla bi sve što je tradicija učila

Da pomaže u nevolji i dostojnim salutira

Najgore od svega što bi svesna bila ipak

Da nije ljudska ruka nego zakržljali pipak

Demona nižeg ranga prezrenog od vraga

Bez uspeha za srećom u prevari da traga

Dok iz bušnih obraza mu izvire ljaga

Takvog propusti kroz šake kome dopadne šaka

Ruka ruci ne znas šta će doneti

Koliko jako taj će stisak boleti

Da li će sreću kroz tvoj život proneti

Ili kao tajfun sve sa sobom odneti

Čoveku pružaš ruku kada ga upoznaješ

Zbog te ruke pružene često se i pokaješ

Pazi šta pričaš i kome tajne odaješ

Zajebaće te neko jer misliš da ga poznaješ

Problem je na vratima već duže vreme kuca

Pa bežiš od nepravde što za tobom jurca

Svet pada u vodu i počinje da puca

Jer druga ruka nije bila pružena od srca

Kad si u nevolji brzo lupa čuka

Okreću se glave i ne pruža se ruka

Nije to tvoja to njihova je bruka

Al prodaće i njih od poverenja ruka

Brzinom svetlosti i brzinom zvuka

Juri se za parama i diže se buka

Ne vredi svo zlato kad pritisne te muka

Ni Midi nije pomogla zlatna ruka

Ruka ruci ne znas šta će doneti

Koliko jako taj će stisak boleti

Da li će sreću kroz tvoj život proneti

Ili kao tajfun sve sa sobom odneti

Hand in hand we are not Turks

At least as long as we recognize each other in trouble

My brother, when I extend my hand I look you in the eye

And from the heart, with my vocabulary, I made a promise

That I will, known and unknown, be able to

Ready for the right to go up in flames

And not to silver

Your hand would dry up if God stabbed you in the back with a knife

She would cut everything that tradition taught

To help in trouble and worthy salutes

Worst of all she would have been aware of though

That it is not a human hand but a stunted tentacle

A demon of lower rank despised than the devil

Without success for luck in the scam to search

While a stain appears from his bushy cheeks

He passes such a man through the fists whoever likes the fist

Hand in hand you don't know what it will bring

How much that grip will hurt

Will happiness pass through your life

Or take everything with you like a typhoon

You lend a hand to a man when you meet him

Because of that hand extended, you often repent

Watch what you say and to whom you reveal secrets

Someone will fuck you because you think you know him

The problem has been knocking on the door for a long time

So you run away from the injustice that is chasing you

The world falls into the water and starts shooting

Because the other hand was not extended from the heart

When you're in trouble, you knock fast

He turns his head and does not reach out

It's not yours, it's their disgrace

But he will also sell them out of trust

At the speed of light and the speed of sound

He chases after the money and the noise rises

It's not worth all the gold when you're in pain

Midi's golden hand didn't help either

Hand in hand you don't know what it will bring

How much that grip will hurt

Will happiness pass through your life

Or take everything with you like a typhoon