Five years on the needle, old people don't know anything.
I hide stories and dope on the roof of the elevator.
A dream in my face, a dream in school,
it seems that everything is now leading to ruin.
How it all started is a long story.
He fell asleep with weed and drinks.
We knew how to drink, drink, and ic in Stopa,
One Saturday, a friend brought a dopa letter.
Why not blow your nose and then be a ham,
from the grass, the dream swells up like a ham anyway.
My motto in life is to try everything. now she wants God to forgive me.
Memories are cloudy like fogged glass.
five months of ecstasy and years of hell.
I am aware, but too late, that from the damned needle,
reason I'm falling apart like stacked bricks.
Three doses a day, so now you're thinking.
I'm becoming an ugly junkie like Elvis Presley.
That's why I sold myself, now stolen, what can be done.
You can't get out of this skin, oh God.
I would like to stop, but tell me how.
It is not easy. Evil is upside down.
Trilogy of the woes of the drug city,
'he who flies high falls low.
Dealer, my dears, occupation and name,
I must admit, I am not doing badly in last time.
For the selected team, and those who are in crisis,
I always have two or three saving graces ready.
For me, Split is like a gold mine,
a big door of my getting out of the mud.
I know - I'm selling death, but that's what the team wants.
The news about a new victim does not make me happy at all.
We have dealer!, shout the policemen,
al' satisfied they leave with the coverton in the bag.
That's clear at least, dilan, I earn a lot of money,
it's my job and I do it honorably.
At some point I'll have enough to leave all that shit,
tangling with the bullies, arguing with thugs.
I earn my living according to the laws of the street,
so forgive me, sister Bernardica.
Once you start, it's hard to stop,
but when I calm down, my daughter won't know about it.
Until then, I'm the only hope,
for many the shipwrecks of this sunken city.
That is my life and I am a murderer,
although I wear the label of a bastard in the labyrinths of misery.
Occupation is a policeman, I am a joke of this country,
constitutional order of occasions and pictures .
I'm not here to think, but to listen to what they tell me.
I was weaned by a nurse, and I was raised by a stick.
I can't stand dealers, their way of life,
they are the weeds of society, the shame of civilization.
It was also important that they offer me a bribe
but we won't say that they are still the guy (comrade Tito).
And I don't care at all when it comes to steam,
I'm incorruptible and cruel like dirty Harry.
Like Sledge Hammer I obey orders without a word.
With a gun in my hand I will be the greatest they must.
The purpose of my life is to fight crime.
I am a warrior on the front of social morality.
Forgive darling, but from life it would više htila,
my wife told me when she left me.
I'm not guilty of anything, but still everyone hates me.
I'm an instrument held in the hand by someone else.
I'm aware of that, but it's not my thing.
There are still many fights left until retirement.
In front of all the effort, I know that anyway,
the main faces will get out conditionally,
main faces will be drawn conditionally,
main faces will be drawn conditionally...

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