Tri Kile, Tri Godine - Zabranjeno pušenje

Kada je auto nanjusio pas

Tad su i mene odveli u aps

Nisam ni lago, nisam se skrivo

Nisam ni druge zavaljivo

Reko sam istinu, reko sam sve

Kleko pred sistem, pokajo se

Jer dilo sam travu, i to ne malu

Htio bit rahat u jebeni vakat

Hvala ti, gospodine

Za tri kile, tri godine

Kada je stao jebeni rat

U stan broj 7, treci kat

U slavnu bitku, uz trube, konfete

Ja, stari, zena i trece dijete

Neko se snaso, rekla bi ona

U to mi propade autopraona

Tesko je reci vlastitoj djeci

Kad pitaju dje su Gormiti i keksi

Hvala ti, gospodine

Za tri kile, tri godine

Odvelo me ko da sam Escobar

Sijevaju blicevi od novina

Oni sto maznuse Inu i Hep

Nisu ni blizu zvijezde ko ja

Miralem Cengic, iz stana 7, treci kat

Zato vam hvala za fer sudjenje

Mogo sam dobit cetiri il pet

Kao oni sto na zenino ime

milione gotovine, od drzavne firme

A htio sam samo sredit stan,

Nabavit novi namjestaj

Zeni pokazat svoj poslovni duh

i za dobre talove njuh

Hvala ti, gospodine

Za tri kile, tri godine

Odvelo me ko da sam Escobar

Sijevaju blicevi od novina

Oni sto maznuse Inu i Hep

Nisu ni blizu zvijezde ko ja

Miralem Cengic, iz stana 7, treci kat

When the car sniffed the dog

Then they took me to prison

I'm not lago, I'm not hiding

I'm not seductive either

I told the truth, I told everything

Kneel before the system, they repent

Because I cut grass, and not small

He wanted to be fucked in a fucking vacancy

Thank you, sir

In three pounds, three years

When the fucking war stopped

In apartment number 7, third floor

In a glorious battle, with trumpets, confetti

Me, old man, wife and third child

Someone got along, she would say

My car wash failed

It's hard to tell your own children

When they ask where Gormiti and biscuits are

Thank you, sir

In three pounds, three years

It took me like I was an Escobar

Newspaper flashes are shining

Those who steal Ina and Hep

They're not even close to a star like me

Miralem Cengic, from apartment 7, third floor

So thank you for a fair trial

I could get four or five

Like those in a woman's name

millions of cash, from a state-owned company

And I just wanted to fix the apartment,

Get new furniture

Women show their business spirit

and for good smells

Thank you, sir

In three pounds, three years

It took me like I was an Escobar

Newspaper flashes are shining

Those who steal Ina and Hep

They're not even close to a star like me

Miralem Cengic, from apartment 7, third floor