Ma Kog Me Boga Za Tebe Pitaju
Ma kog' me Boga za tebe pitaju?
Spustam glavu brisem finu prasinu.
I rijetke ptice pjevajuci umiru.
A na polju hladne kise padaju.
Ma kog' me Boga za tebe pitaju?
U sebi molim da me suze ne izdaju.
I strasno mrzim Romea i Juliju
I sve mi stvari smrde sad na preralu.
O o, o o, na polju hladne kise padaju.
O o, o o, na polju hladne kise padaju.
Ma kog' me Boga za tebe pitaju?
I suze mi na oci tjeraju.
I strasno mrzim Romea i Juliju
I sve mi stvari smrde sad na prevalu.
Kiše Jesenje
Nocas mladi mjesec je, dobra vecer dame sve
Spustam se u barove
Dolje neki klinac na klaviru nasu pjesmu svira
Sto me grozno zivcira
Mazni glas me pita imas vilu iznad Zagreba
Il' auto s tamnim staklima
Hej curo seceru nemam ja za vecaru
Za malu votku, rakiju
Hej curo seceru ja sam ptica nebeska
I to je moja sudbina
Kroz moje prazne dzepove
Vjetrovi me prolaze
A kroz cipele kise jesene
Kroz moje prazne dzepove
Vjetrovi me prolaze
A kroz cipele kise jesene
O o o o o o o o o o ...
Nocas mladi mjesec je, dobra vecer dame sve
Spustam se u barove
Dolje neki klinac na klaviru nasu pjesmu svira
Sto me grozno zivcira
Hej curo seceru nemam ja za vecaru
Za malu votku, rakiju
Hej curo seceru ja sam ptica nebeska
I kao takav umrijet cu
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2 songs by prljavo kazalište
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Ma Kog Me Boga Za Tebe Pitaju / For God's sake why they ask me for u
Ma kog' me Boga za tebe pitaju? / For God's sake why they ask me for u?
Spustam glavu brisem finu prasinu. / I'm putting my head down, wiping fine dust
I rijetke ptice pjevajuci umiru. / And rare birds die while singing
A na polju hladne kise padaju. / and on fields cold rains are falling
Ma kog' me Boga za tebe pitaju? / For God's sake why they ask me for u?
U sebi molim da me suze ne izdaju. / In myself I pray that tears don't desert me
I strasno mrzim Romea i Juliju / And I horribly hate Romeo and Juliet
I sve mi stvari smrde sad na prevaru. / and all things smell like imposture to me now
O o, o o, na polju hladne kise padaju./ Oo, oo, on fields cold rains are falling
O o, o o, na polju hladne kise padaju. /Oo, oo, on fields cold rains are falling
Ma kog' me Boga za tebe pitaju? / For God's sake why they ask me for u?
I suze mi na oci tjeraju. / and making me cry (literally: making tears to come on eyes)
I strasno mrzim Romea i Juliju / And I horribly hate Romeo and Juliet
I sve mi stvari smrde sad na prevaru. / And all things smell like imposture to me now
Kiše Jesenje / Autumn's rains
Nocas mladi mjesec je, dobra vecer dame sve/ Tonight's (the night of) crescent* (*"young moon"), good evening all the ladies
Spustam se u barove/ I'm coming down in bars
Dolje neki klinac na klaviru nasu pjesmu svira/ There's some kid on piano playing our song
Sto me grozno zivcira/ what makes me dreadfully nervous
Mazni glas me pita: imas vilu iznad Zagreba/ sleek voice asks me: do u have villa over Zagreb
Il' auto s tamnim staklima/ or car with dimmed glasses
Hej curo, seceru,nemam ja za veceru/ Hey girl, sugar, I don't have for dinner
Za malu votku, rakiju/ for small vodka, brandy
Hej curo, seceru, ja sam ptica nebeska/ Hey girl, sugar, I am celestial bird
I to je moja sudbina / and that's my destiny
Kroz moje prazne dzepove/ Through my empty pockets
Vjetrovi me prolaze/ winds are passing me by
A kroz cipele kise jesene/ And through shoes, autumn's rains
Kroz moje prazne dzepove/ Through my empty pockets
Vjetrovi me prolaze/ winds are passing me by
A kroz cipele, kise jesene / and through shoes, autumn's rains
O o o o o o o o o o ...
Nocas mladi mjesec je, dobra vecer dame sve/ Tonight's the crescent, good evening all the ladies
Spustam se u barove/ I'm coming down in bars
Dolje neki klinac na klaviru nasu pjesmu svira/ There's some kid on piano playing our song
Sto me grozno zivcira/ what makes me dreadfully nervous
Hej curo, seceru,nemam ja za veceru/ Hey girl, sugar, I don't have for dinner
Za malu votku, rakiju/ for small vodka, brandy
Hej curo, seceru, ja sam ptica nebeska/ Hey girl, sugar, I'm celestial bird
I kao takav umrijet cu/ and like that I'll dieWe are what we repeatedly do; excellence, then, is not an act but a habit. (Aristotle) -
thanks for the trouble