Bratmoi [English translation]

Let’s bet on it while it’s a sure thing

I always play with my heart, I can’t go against Leeds

From X to 2, a call for Nice

We split it brotherly and fall into the rush

Tomorrow, it’s a sure thing again, win however much you want

Trust your brother, you don’t have to be bad

Not at all, we’re betting everything on the Italians

We’re waiting for Torino, we have all the Milans

Chorus

Air Force, Nike, and King Kyle

My brother, my brothers,

a guaranteed troublemaker, you were in my house

My brother, my brothers

My beautiful eyes, you’re a city child

My brother, my brothers

Man, you’re our brother, you FB like every picture

My brother, my brothers

Moonshine, brandy, and a strict baazar

Sike(?) my brothers, our neighborhood and backyard

Quiet, not one word, we’re falling down while skating

The strongest in Tuzla, Sarajevo, and Bileca

We ride on scooters, we chase money

The gym, some weights, what’s going on with you

Let’s be southerners so I can climb on chandeliers

If someone lets out a peep, your brothers are by your side

A brother protects his brother, you know the number, call

A brother arrives immediately, tell me where the problem is

We’ve been on guard all day, on high alert

You proved your loyalty to your brother a long time ago

Bergamo, Jeezy, like in Kendrick’s song

We drink to Saban’s music, fuck it, genetics

Fuck it, we’re not in Paris and not in London

Esthetics, you can tell they’re brothers by their mannerisms

Chorus

I go down with my brothers and it’s not important why

Whether it’s on a beat or a punch

Always nice, that’s my brother

Cunning faces, opposite of restraint

Whatever happens, a brother is there for his brother

Brothers hold love and loyalty

Not in his actions, not in what he’s doing under the surface

What does my brother need, his brother is above all else

His own country, people, paradzemats

Having a beer with my brother, he’s in every business

Do you need an iPhone, or a PlayStation game

When will you record a new verse, it’s normal brother, I’ll record it

And come on, bring back that one porn on DivX

My handsome brother, when are we going to the city

To startle a guy in Tuzla and throw a loaf

How are you the new Tupac, loudly asking

Although I liked his first album

Brothers of brothers, always greatly outnumbered

We need an hour, we’ll be there in half

Sons, across the Puna and we don’t use the turn signal

A brother is there for a brother, he never betrays him

Fuck Paris, the Champs-Élysées

See brother, each one of them is a racist dog

Dear, the styles are on point, my handsome brothers

A brother protecting a brother, even if he has to go to the ends of the earth

We’re in a pub

People got fucked up

We’re in a gym

People got fucked up

We’re at a bowling alley

People got fucked up

We’re in a heating plant

People got fucked up

• Artist:Frenkie
• Album:Putanja