Ko te kara nek ti piše pjesme - Live - Zabranjeno Pusenje Übersetzung ins Englische

Ko te kara nek ti piše pjesme - Live

U krajnjem kutu svoje dnevne sobe
Gdje ne moze doprjeti nepozvani pogled
Na dnu svojih prepunih vitrina
Kriješ slatku fasciklu s natpisom Intima

Medj' slikama tebi dragih lica
Gdje čuvaš svoje spomene i pisma
Sve u formi poezije, stiha
Nalazi se i moja ljubav tiha

To su pjesme nikad objavljene
Napisane zbog voljene žene
Al' datumi na njima su stari
Već odavno nema novih stvari

Jer umjesto poetskih visina
Iz mene izlazi samo tuga i gorčina
I misao što se reći ne sm'je
Ko te kara nek' ti piše pjesme

Htio bih da budem gospodin
I izbjegnem reakcije bijesne
Ali reći ću kao pravi primitivac
Ko te kara nek' ti piše pjesme

Znam da slušaš moje nove ploče
Sa njima se branim od samoće
I ubacim nešto da te štrecne
Ko te kara nek' ti piše pjesme

Who's Fucking You, Let Him Write Your Songs - Live

In the far corner of your living room
Where uninvited glances can't reach
At the bottom of your overflowing cabinets
You hide a sweet folder labeled "Intimacy"

Among the pictures of faces dear to you
Where you keep your memories and letters
All in the form of poetry, verse
Lies my silent love as well

These are songs never published
Written for a beloved woman
But the dates on them are old
There's been nothing new for a long time

Because instead of poetic heights
Only sadness and bitterness come out of me
And a thought that shouldn't be spoken
Who's fucking you, let him write your songs

I'd like to be a gentleman
And avoid angry reactions
But I'll say it like a real primitive
Who's fucking you, let him write your songs

I know you listen to my new records
With them I defend myself from loneliness
And I throw in something to make you flinch
Who's fucking you, let him write your songs