Sergej - Kontra

Rastemo k’o poslije kiše korov

Imamo tekmi u nogama da zavidi nam Kodro

Zadnji par godina bio oblaka prolom

Prodor preko krila, ja sam pred golom

Poslije ljubim prsten, dva prsta tribina

Ne sjećam se ničega, valjda je kamera snimala

Čisti adrenalin, strast, rad, upornost

Hiljadu zadataka, nijedan loš porok

Neznalice pišu mi «treb'o si igrat' hokej», okej

Sjetim ih se kad mi sjedne volej

Dodaju ti gluposti i svakakav epitet, al' važi samo traka na kojoj piše kapiten

Na terenu majstor, duel sa mnom tu, znači da si naograjs’o

Lopta ima oči, svaku taktiku znam napamet

I ginut' ću za dres na svakom pedlju k’o Barbarez

Sergej, lice svoje zemlje

Sergej, sensej

Ubojiti napad k’o šala, to je činjenica

Odbrana tvrđava, vezni red radi k’o singerica

Timski duh znači neće preć' centra, svejedno mi je uloga strijelca il' asistenta

Jes' me čuo?

Rek’o neće prijeći centra

Zijanit će od našeg sklada i brzog tempa

Mogu računat' k’o će me pokrit' kad je loš dan

Pokriće i oni s kojima se na treningu koškam

Mi smo košnica, elitni vod, bratstvo

Ako u to sumnjate, pokazaćemo zašto

Samo skupa ostvarimo što je svako mašt'o

Svako mali šaraf u mašini, e baš to

Džaba snaga, mišića 50 kila

Džaba brzina o kojoj sami Bolt sniva

Džaba upornost kad se znoj niz oči sliva

U tekmi života si nula bez svog tima

Sergej, lice svoje zemlje

Sergej, sensej

«Počeo sam na tim takozvanim mahalama gdje sam bio otkriven, i tako je krenula

isto moja karijera i to je bilo sve što sam želio i što sam imao.»

San dječaka, cikom zore lopta od zid

Krpljena okrugla ide gdje je život vozi

Učim je kontrolisat' al' bježi mi s noge

Smiju se stariji al' probam OPET, i OPET

I popet' ću se sebi na glavu dok ne bude po mom

Ono hercegovačko u meni se budi pred golom

Svaki kontakt s loptom, jedan zadatak je gotov

Život fudbalera, karijera, šansa k’o loto

Nemam moto, imam disciplinu, fore za skontat'

Gledat' vamo, tamo, dodat', druge fore im prodat'

Hoću samo ovo, ne moram biti slavan i bogat

Neka bude šta bude, ja i lopta — prst i nokat

Pratim je preko granica živih zidova, zidina

Čim stanem na nju, srce u grudima vibrira

Smisao — e tad' ga shvatim, nije važna lopta

Nego razlog što je pratim…

Uvijek sam htio bit' k’o Sergej

Velemajstor, lice svoje zemlje

Uvijek sam htio bit' k’o Sergej

Motor svog tima, sensej

We grow like weeds after the rain

We have a race to be the envy of Kodro

The last couple of years have been a break in the clouds

Penetration on the wing, I'm in front of the goal

Afterwards I kiss the ring, two fingers of the tribune

I don't remember anything, I guess the camera was recording

Pure adrenaline, passion, work, persistence

A thousand tasks, not a single bad vice

Ignorant people tell me "you should have played hockey", okay

I remember them when I hit a volley

They give you nonsense and all sorts of epithets, but only the tape that says captain is valid

On the field master, a duel with me there means that you have won

The ball has eyes, I know every tactic by heart

And I will die for the jersey every step of the way like Barbarez

Sergey, the face of his country

Sergei, sensei

Killing attack as a joke, that's a fact

The defense is a fortress, the midfield works like a singer

Team spirit means he won't go over the center, it doesn't matter if he's a scorer or an assistant

Did you hear me?

Rek'o will not cross the center

They will be buzzing with our harmony and fast tempo

I can count on someone to cover me when it's a bad day

It will also cover those with whom I am training

We are a hive, an elite platoon, a brotherhood

If you doubt it, we'll show you why

Let's just make it come true together, which is every imagination

Every little screw in the machine, that's it

No strength, 50 kilos of muscle

Crazy speed that Bolt himself dreams of

Persistence is futile when the sweat is running down your eyes

In the race of life, you are zero without your team

Sergey, the face of his country

Sergei, sensei

"I started in those so-called slums where I was discovered, and that's how it started

so was my career and it was all I wanted and all I had."

A boy's dream, the ball of the wall with the cry of dawn

The patchwork round goes where life takes it

I'm learning to control it, but it's running away from my leg

The elders laugh, but I try AGAIN, and AGAIN

And I'll climb on my head until it's my way

The Herzegovinian in me wakes up in front of the goal

Every contact with the ball, one task is over

Life of a football player, career, chance like a lottery

I don't have a motto, I have discipline, I'm ready for the moment'

Looking here, there, added, other fore sold to them

I just want this, I don't need to be famous and rich

Come what may, me and the ball — finger and nail

I follow her across the boundaries of living walls, walls

As soon as I step on it, the heart in my chest vibrates

Meaning — well then I get it, it's not the ball that matters

But the reason I follow her…

I always wanted to be like Sergej

Grandmaster, the face of his country

I always wanted to be like Sergej

The engine of your team, sensei