Marčelo – 2 (Bol & revolt)

Marčelo – 2 (Bol & revolt) Lyrics

Artist: Marčelo
Song: 2 (Bol & revolt)

E-jo. Svi vi koji držite “De Facto” u plejeru hoću da sada pojačate ton [Pojačaj ton, brate
Jer ova stvar je specijalna stvar [Skroz specijalna
Od Paraćina za sve male gradove [Bol i revolt
035 za celi svet, svi znate svoju priču

Marchelo i Dexstarr [Rhyme Animal
Za sve godine ponižavanja, reči su suvišne
Sve vaše reči su suvišne, jasno je i bez
Furaš fens, slušaš dens, na mene iskaljuješ bes tesno je

Paraćin, provincija, kô noćna mora
Koncentracija dizela na kvadratnom metru, nigde gora
A od skora je fora, kožna jakna plus Diadora
Pravda nije sp#rna, al’ je neosp#rno spora

Pa živim kako se mora
Nema prilika za klinca iz komšiluka
Eho podsmeha i kao uteha, lirika
Velika razlika između naših svetova

Vi ste finjaci, za vas smo ortaci i ja bezveznjaci, ludaci, uličari
Vi baš ne kontate urbano
Ni ja ne kontam city klub, pa ne znam šta je moderno
0-3-5, sto vojnika s istog fronta

Sve što imamo je kontra i srednji prst u ime revolta i bunta
Omladini Paraćina svest i dalje kunta
Glavna atrakcija Lukas, OK Bend, Kurta i Murta
Ovo je za naš i za sve druge male gradove

Za sve našminkane gadove i smradove
Zatvaraju naš kub na foru “jebeš propalice”
Trikovi i smicalice da nas šutnu na ulice
I dalje furamo svoje, hardcore, bez zvuka mekoga

Serite i vređajte, al’ samo taknite nekoga
Kakvi su takvi su, moji su, dajem život za svakoga
Seljačine, niste vredni ni pogleda prekoga
Ja sam sve što kazete da jesam i još gore od toga

I da nisam, ipak jesam, šta imam od toga
Kažeš dranker, džanker, fikser i tabletičar
Izrod devedesetih, sektaš, apokaliptičar
U kurac krasan, komšinice, ženice

Što šire zenice u čudu slažu rečenice trača
Šta smisliš to lupiš, dizel da sve pare skupiš
Srce imaš ili ga nemaš, to ne možeš da kupiš
Sto vojnika, jedan front, isti horizont

Rame uz rame i srednji prst za revolt
Sto vojnika, jedan front, isti horizont
Jedna ljubav za ulice i srednji prst za revolt
Sto vojnika, jedan front, isti horizont

Rame uz rame i srednji prst za revolt
Sto vojnika, jedan front, isti horizont
Srednji prst u vis, u srcu samo bol i revolt [Šta
Bol i revolt, i samo bol i revolt [Šta

Bol i revolt, i samo bol i revolt [Samo bol i revolt
Bol i revolt, i samo bol i revolt
U srcu samo bol i revolt, osećam zlo
Opet ništa se ne menja, osim silnog razočarenja

Svaka sitnica me skenja, u nikog nemam poverenja
Zar da sledim tuđa uverenja ako mora tako, doviđenja
Čekam epilog uništenja svih budućih pokolenja
Suočen sa teškim lažima u službi vašeg režima

Neću da skidam kapu zverima i ratnim profiterima
Nekim ljudima sa mudima, drugim lepljivim prstima
Herojima u skupim kolima, kao i njihovim poltronima
Gradom hodaju odrpanci, kučke, šaneri, pijanci

Klinci deluju kô stranci, jer ih kite zlatni lanci
Ćerke mamine i tatine i ne znaju šta su batine
Drolje vuku vucibatine, od bronze pa do platine
Homiće, nastrane mladiće uvek gledam ispod oka

Što me mrzi takva stoka, stvarno zabole me đoka
Da dušu spasite od uroka i zbrišete od poroka
Spremite brdo novčanica, pa pravac kod proroka
Pročitaću niz splačina, novih novina iz novina

Gledaću slike jebačina kô neka matora seljačina
Znaću razloge ludila što idila nije pobedila
Koja vam sila daje krila, gde se to istina sakrila
Sto vojnika, jedan front, isti horizont

Rame uz rame i srednji prst za revolt
Sto vojnika, jedan front, isti horizont
Jedna ljubav za ulice i srednji prst za revolt
Sto vojnika, jedan front, isti horizont

Rame uz rame i srednji prst za revolt
Sto vojnika, jedan front, isti horizont
Srednji prst u vis, u srcu samo bol i revolt [Šta]
Bogati ćale i njegovi drugari opštinari nam skaču po kari

Kvarni kô karijes, i niko ne mari za naš bes
I mi smo nečija deca, budući ljudi
Ludi svet nam sudi po našoj garderobi, a ne po ćudi
A mene sad startuju neka nova lica na ulici [Neka nova lica, e!

Pitaju kad će album da mi zagnjure po guzici
Po mojoj muzici sve do juče pljuju, a sad me šatro vole
Juče niko, danas Marchelo, ne mogu da odole
Šatro, druga vremena pa gde ste do sad, pičkice

Salonski pederaši, crvene cipelice, fensi ribice
Album stiže i sad padate ničice, ptičice
A ja sam isti, ne mičem se, dičim se
Svi moji ljudi, znate ko ste, Goga, Piza, Zoka

Cela ekipa iz starog bloka, odvali zvučnik, nek’ roka
Ta stoka što nas mrzi nek popizdi od zavisti
Uvek isti, pred Bogom čisti, sad prvi na top listi
Zamisli

Sto vojnika, jedan front, isti horizont
Rame uz rame i srednji prst za revolt
Sto vojnika, jedan front, isti horizont
Jedna ljubav za ulice i srednji prst za revolt

Sto vojnika, jedan front, isti horizont
Rame uz rame i srednji prst za revolt
Sto vojnika, jedan front, isti horizont
Srednji prst u vis, u srcu samo bol i revolt [Šta

Bol i revolt, i samo bol i revolt [Šta
Bol i revolt, i samo bol i revolt [Samo bol i revolt
Bol i revolt, i samo bol i revolt
U srcu samo bol i revolt, osećam zlo

Bol i revolt, i samo bol i revolt [2003
Bol i revolt, bol i revolt, i samo bol i revolt [Marchelo i Bassivity
Bol i revolt, rkipa kluba Tarantino, srednji prst za revolt
Moj čovek Zion Selectah, srednji prst za revolt

0-3-5 Paraćin, srednji prst za revolt
I sve ulice Srbije, srednji prst za revolt
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2 (Bol & revolt) Lyrics – English Translation

E-Jo. All you who hold “de facto” in the player I want you to boost the tone now [Insert the Ton, bro
Because this thing is a special thing [all the great special
Of Paracin for all small cities [Bol and Revolt
035 For the whole world, you all know your story

Marchelo and Dexstarr [Rhyme Animal
For all years of humiliation, words are superfluous
All your words are superfluous, it is clear and without
Furaš Fens, you listen to Dance, on me, you’re looking for anger is closely

Paracin, Province, Kota Nightmare
Diesel concentration on a square meter, nigde Gora
And the score is fora, leather jacket plus Diadora
Justice is not disputable, but is undeniable slow

So I live as she has to
There is no opportunity for a kid from the neighborhood
Echo mockery and as a consolation, lyrics
A big difference between our worlds

You are a finjaci, we are forgrews and I’m wasted, lunatics, streets
You don’t exactly contact urban
I don’t even think about the city club, so I don’t know what is modern
0-3-5, a hundred soldiers from the same front

All we have is a counter and middle finger on behalf of revolt and bunt
Youth Paracina Consciousness is still the Kunta
Main attraction Lukas, OK Bend, Kurta and Murta
This is for ours and for all other small towns

For all made-up b#stards and stench
They close our Cub in the forest “f#cking b#stards”
Tricks and tricks to kick us on the streets
We continue to furiously ours, hardcore, without sound soft

Serate and insult, but just tap someone
What kind of such are, mine are, I give life for everyone
Peasants, you are not worthless or viewing
I’m all you say I am and worse than that

And that I didn’t, yet I am, what do I have from
You say Dranker, Džanker, Fixer and Tablet
Fear of the nineties, sectarian, apocalyptic
In the dick adhesive, neighbors, females

The wider pupils in a miracle agree the sentences of gossip
What do you think of that lupis, diesel that all the money gather
You have a heart or you don’t have it, you can’t buy it
A hundred soldiers, one front, same horizon

Side by side and middle finger for revolt
A hundred soldiers, one front, same horizon
One love for streets and middle fingers for revolt
A hundred soldiers, one front, same horizon

Side by side and middle finger for revolt
A hundred soldiers, one front, same horizon
Middle finger in Vis, in the heart just pain and revolt [what
Pain and revolt, and only pain and revolt [what

Bol and revolt, and only pain and revolt [only pain and revolt
Pain and revolt, and only pain and revolt
In the heart just pain and revolt, I feel evil
Again nothing changes except for a mighty disappointment

Every little thing is being scanned, I have no trust in anyone
Should I follow someone else’s beliefs if he has to do so, bye
I am waiting for the epilogue of destruction of all future generations
Faced with heavy lies in your regime service

I don’t want to take off the beast cap and war profiters
Some people with the muds, other sticky fingers
Heroes in expensive cars, as well as their poltrons
The city walks randoms, b#tches, channels, drunks

The kids act kô strangers, because kite gold chains
Daughters mamine and daddy and don’t know what beats
sl#ts wolf vucibatine, from bronze to platinum
Homes, we always look out of the eye

What hates me like that cattle, i really hurt me djoka
To save your soul from spells and wipe out of vices
Save the banknote hill, then direction in prophets
I will read a series of spares, new newspapers

I will watch the pictures of the f#cker Kota some old peasant
I’ll know the reasons for the madness of what Idile didn’t win
Which force gives you wings where that truth hides
A hundred soldiers, one front, same horizon

Side by side and middle finger for revolt
A hundred soldiers, one front, same horizon
One love for streets and middle fingers for revolt
A hundred soldiers, one front, same horizon

Side by side and middle finger for revolt
A hundred soldiers, one front, same horizon
Middle finger in Vis, in the heart only pain and revolt [WHAT]
Rich dads and his friends are municipalities jumping on Kari

Kot Kota Kazares, and no one cares for our anger
And we are someone’s children, future people
Crazy world tried to us by our wardrobe, not around the hurp
And I’m starting some new faces on the street now [let new faces, e!

Ask when the album will swallow me on your #ss
By my music until yesterday spit, and now Šatro love me
Yesterday no one, today Marchelo, can’t resist
Шатро, other times so where are you up to now, p#ssies

Salon Pedeaders, Red Shoes, Fancy Fish
Album arrives and now you fall slopes, birds
And I’m the same, I don’t move, myself
All my people, you know who you are, goga, pisa, zoka

The entire team from the Old Block, revulsed the speaker, let the deadline
That livestock that hates us unconscious of envy
Always the same, in front of God clean, now first on the top list
Imagine

A hundred soldiers, one front, same horizon
Side by side and middle finger for revolt
A hundred soldiers, one front, same horizon
One love for streets and middle fingers for revolt

A hundred soldiers, one front, same horizon
Side by side and middle finger for revolt
A hundred soldiers, one front, same horizon
Middle finger in Vis, in the heart just pain and revolt [what

Pain and revolt, and only pain and revolt [what
Bol and revolt, and only pain and revolt [only pain and revolt
Pain and revolt, and only pain and revolt
In the heart just pain and revolt, I feel evil

Bol and revolt, and only pain and revolt [2003
Bol and revolt, pain and revolt, and only pain and revolt [Marchelo and Bassivity
Pain and Revolt, RCPLA Club Tarantino, Medium Finger for Revolt
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Marčelo Lyrics – 2 (Bol & revolt)

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Release Year: 2016