Ćelija 44 [English translation]

[Verse 1]

What would I give if I were a bird, to fly away from here

To see your faces, whenever I remember you

To hug my mother because I miss her so much

Children believe in fairy tales, and I believe in miracles

I dream of walking down the street with my father

Things go wrong when you don’t have them, and you can't buy them with money

I enter the house, I hear a tail in front of the door

How many times did my brother wake me up with a strong laugh

What would I give if I were heaven, to watch you walk

I would watch you for hours without even knowing it

You are a wonderful girl and you deserve a lot

This is not an act, the heart does not act well

Every morning a dream is shattered from the eye of an honest hundred

It starts another day when you hear a stroll

What would I give if I were a bird to fly away from here

This is the honest story of Cell 44

[Refrain]

This is my cell, the days are not beautiful

My cell, 44

This is my cell, the sky is always gray

24 hours, that's my life

[Verse 2]

I know you cry often because you don't know where your son is

You lie down in my place, you think how it is and with who

You look at my pictures, the tears fall by themselves

Your son is a good mom, not thirsty and hungry

What would I give to be able to see real friends

I know they often mention their friend behind bars

Remember me, my songs and rhymes

When the story starts, they order me a Chivas

What would I give if I were the wind that caresses your face

I will be a part of your world, I tell you the most beautiful stories

I remove your hair, I kiss you softly on the neck

I touch my nose and go down to my stomach

I would like to know what will happen tomorrow

Hours pass but a moment remains

Another morning I am aware that I am here

With a key in the lock, 'Guten Morgen' woke me up

[Refrain]

This is my cell, the days are not beautiful

My cell, 44

This is my cell, the sky is always gray

24 hours, that's my life

[Verse 3]

How many times do I think of some unimportant little things

Irrelevant people, a smile lit up my face

Long minutes, 1001 stories

I sit on benches, walls and wire everywhere

I look at people, they change like on a tape

Junge, Krsta, Burga and Aladji leave

They bring others, with the same expression on their faces

Anyway, I'm holding my life in my hand

What would I give if I were a star at night to keep you awake

Make room for me tonight, I leave when the day dawns

I go there, only the brave are not afraid

Where we all know each other, and where no one knows who he is

So I miss what was mine

Life is small compared to the things that shape it

You are waiting for me, tears often come to your eyes

26.4. I'm celebrating a birthday here

[Refrain]