Tram 11 — Vrućina gradskog asfalta song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Vrućina gradskog asfalta" by Tram 11.
Lyrics
Ja, poslušaj pažljivo kaj pričam
Jer svaki put rokam sažeto
Ravno iz grada di je Dinamo ime sveto
Još jedno pakleno ljeto, da li si ikad prošet'o
Širim centrom kaj više liči na geto?
Pa skočil do kvarta na kavu
Posjetil predgrađe, gdje je klincima najslađe
Napraviti sitne krađe, obrstiti trešnju
Kiosk zbog pljuga il ledo škrinju
Da ublaže vrućinu, djeca su pa ne brinu
Adrenalin se diže k’o temperatura zraka
Otkucaj srca junaka, pozdravi škvadra svaka
Ili tišina il' plaka plaka dok kruže danju
Ili pod zaštitom mraka, ko majstori nunčaka
Zagrebačka fjaka ko posljedica čistaka
Ljeto je u kvartu svih izgubljenih dječaka
Nada nestala bez traga, kao I draga
Pa nema interesa za prijelaz kvartovskog praga
Ima nas kaj čitamo novine u carstvu hladovine
U praznom bircu kao I prošle godine
Osjećam k’o da ni’ko ne voli me, al' boli me
Ak' hoćeš moje društvo nazovi me I zamoli me
Na užarenom betonu odrasli, škvadru našli
Gledali razne promjene vlasti, nekak' se snašli
Sami sebe pronašli I ustali iz blata,…
Na vrućini gradskog asfalta…
Odvoji sranje od istine, 'ko su klošari?
Mladi bez budućnosti, na drogama k’o žohari
Nemoćni, al' opasni jer dolaze iz kvarta
Sjebali bi brata zbog vrućine asfalta
Odgovori mi onda, tko su đaneri I pijanci
Mafijaši I gangsteri što ih zovete kriminalci
Zarađujemo na crno, neki manje, neki više
Al' kad jednom te sklempaju, uvijek isto ti se piše
Danas puno ih dila, većina hrpa je debila
Sjebu se u startu jer nisu imali stila
Neki rade zbog zarade, robu troše na sebe
Papci su se zakačili, pa onda 'ko ih jebe
Klinci 'oće bit' tajkuni, curice bogatašice
Neki kriminalom, a neki pomoću pičkice
I srce mi se kida, ovdje živimo bez stida
Dobre stvari su nestale kao nekad Atlantida
Bože, daj mi hlada
Jer vražja temperatura ne pada
Sam se borim sa Suncem
Jer su drugi pobegli iz grada
Ljutit pred njim I sav se znojim
Da li zato kaj me kuje
Il zato kaj se bojim
Htjel bi krvi da mu se napojim
Da mu pokažem zakaj postojim
Isto sa njim il' tipom bilo kojim
Ponovo izbroje kaj frajer calta
Dobro došli u drugi dio vrućine gradskog asfalta!
Za sve kaj su ustali iz blata
Jer ne trpe sranja već žele dio zasluženog poštovanja
Poznate znate, a druge ne mogu da uhvate
Frankfurtska veza brate, za sve Hrvate
Nisi kužio spiku, pa si sad na na trajnom počinku
Još jedna mrlja krvi na pločniku
Kaj će izbljedit na Suncu kaj fura nesnosnu vrućinu
Nevine žrtve poćivale u miru!
Ak' je vani 35, na asfaltu je duplo
Od vrućine me boli jer je u glavi nešto puklo
Papci su pali, nova promjena vlasti
Tajkune u zatvor, da bi novi mogli krasti
Mama mi je rekla budi dobar I fin
S ovim privlačim pozornost kao papke heroin
Zato pogledaj mi rane, dal' prepoznaješ krv?
Rulja ždere ovaj asfalt kao pokojnika crv
Zato k’o je s nama, s nama je
'Ko nije, k nama je
I drolja, buraz, dama je, dok kuja ne zalaje
Jer tanka je linija između cuge I pljuge:
Jedni mlate velku lovu, a svi ostali su sluge
Mnogi motaju duge jer dugački su dani
Uroka ne znam što bi značila riječ «stani»
Situacija je jebena, uroka ni od pelena
Vrućina gradskog asfalta, stimulacija zelena
Aha, na vrućini gradskog asfalta, škvadra iz svakog kvarta
Jer od pelena do groba, u bilo koje doba
Na vrućini gradskog asfalta
Od šaranja po betonu I slušanja o bontonu
Do šatre o babilonu I treba na fukodromu
Sa starcima il' frendom, rokamo svojim redom
U fajtu sa bedom
Na vrućini gradskog asfalta
Jer rolamo pljugu
Na vrućini gradskog asfalta
Di ispijamo cugu
Na vrućini gradskog asfalta
Uz sreću I tugu
Na vrućini gradskog asfalta
Za ljude iz kvarta za sve iz kvarta
Lyrics translation
I, listen carefully to what I'm saying
Because every time I rock a brief
Straight from the city of Di-Dynamo the name is Holy
Another hellish summer, have you ever passed by?
The wider the center, the more like a ghetto?
So jump into the coffee district
Visited the suburbs where children are the sweetest
Make small thefts, craft cherries
Newsstand from behind the il ledo chicken coop
To soften the heat, they are children, so they don't care
Adrenaline rises as the air temperature
Heart rate of the hero, Hello everyone
Or the silence of Il'plaka RAID when they circle the day
Or under the protection of the dark, like the master of the nunchak
My zodiac sign is Cancer.
Summer in the area of all the lost boys
Hope has disappeared without a trace, as well as the dear one
Well, there is no interest in crossing the threshold of blocks
We read Newspapers in the shadow of the Empire.
In an empty bird, like last year
I feel like no one loves me, but it hurts
If you want, call me and ask me.
On the hot concrete adults, squadr found
We observed various changes on the part of the authorities.
Find yourself and get out of the mud,…
In the heat of the city asphalt…
Separate the shit from the truth, who are clowns?
Young without a future, on drugs like cockroaches
Powerless, but dangerous because they come from the area
They fucked their brother because of the heat of the asphalt
Then tell me who are bandits and drunkards
Mafiosi and gangsters, what do you call them criminals
We earn on black, some less, some more
But as soon as you are glued together, you always write the same thing.
Today many share them, most are a bunch of morons
They fuck at the start because they didn't have style
Some people work for their earnings and spend their goods on themselves
These bastards are hooked, so to hell with them.
The children are the tycoons, the rich girls
Some crimes and some using pussy
And my heart breaks, we live here without shame
The good things are gone, like Atlantis once was
God, give me a shadow.
Because the devil's temperature doesn't drop
I fight the Sun myself
Because the others ran away from the city
I'm mad at him and I'm sweating all over
Is that why you're fooling me?
That's why I'm afraid
I'd like to get some blood to get him drunk.
To show him that I exist
It's the same with him or any guy
He's counting, what kind of guy is Calth?
Welcome to the second part of the city asphalt heat!
For all that they got up out of the mud
Because they don't suffer from shit, they need some of the respect they deserve
You know, and others can't be caught
Frankfurt connection brother, for all Croats
You didn't understand Spica, so now you're on eternal rest
Another bloodstain on the sidewalk
Kai would fade in the Sun Kai's truck, the unbearable heat
Innocent victims started peacefully!
AK's out 35, on asphalt twice
The heat hurts me, because something in my head has burst
Popes have fallen, a new change of power
Tycoons in jail so new ones can steal
Mother said be kind and kind.
With this, I attract the attention of papal heroin
So look at my wounds, do you recognize the blood?
The crowd eats this asphalt like a dead worm
That's why he's with us, he's with us
Who is not, to us
And a whore, bro, young lady, while the bitch does not bark
Because there's a fine line between drinking and saliva:
Everyone beats Velka hunting, and everyone else is a servant
Many wind the rainbow, because long days
Spells I don't know what the word "stop"will mean
The situation is fucking bad, spells even from diapers
Heat of urban asphalt, stimulation of green color
Yes, in the heat of city asphalt, a scraper from every block
Because from diapers to the grave, anytime
In the heat of the city asphalt
From sewing on concrete and listening to about bonton
To the tent of Babylon and needs to fukodome
With old people or friends, we build our order
In the file with the trouble
In the heat of the city asphalt
Because we're rolling a cigarette
In the heat of the city asphalt
We drink the drinks.
In the heat of the city asphalt
With happiness and sadness
In the heat of the city asphalt
For people from the area for everyone in the area