Lyrics and translation Bijelo Dugme - Na Zadnjem Sjedištu Moga Auta

Na Zadnjem Sjedištu Moga Auta

(Jo-jo-jo!)
(Jo-jo-jo!)
(Jo-jo-jo!)
(Jo-jo-jo!)
(Jo-jo-jo!)

Gnjave kina i kafane, male droce, šatro dame
I gnjave, svega preko glave
A ona išla bi negdje da obuče finu, novu haljinu
Kako, stvarno, izgužvana stalno

A ja joj kažem - Ne budi luda, bit će nam bolje sto puta
Na zadnjem sjedištu moga auta

O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!
O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!
O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!
Pa da!

Dosta cvrkuta i pejzaža, već je postalo sve gnjavaža
A i mravi gnjave me u travi
A ona išla bi negdje gdje je ptice bude, gdje su livade
I mirišu trave, a neba se plave

Ma, srce moje, ne budi luda, bit će nam bolje sto puta
Na zadnjem sjedištu moga auta

O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!
O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!
O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!
Pa da!

Životi gnjave, smrti gnjave, mrzim priče, šuplje glave
I mudrace, uvijek iste face
A ona išla bi negdje gdje se ludo igra da se izigra
I da me ljubi kad ne vide drugi

Ma, dušo moja, ne budi luda, bit će nam bolje sto puta
Na zadnjem sjedištu moga auta

O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!
O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!
O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!
Pa da!

O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!
(O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!)
(O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!) Hajmo još jače!
(O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!) Još jače!
(O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!)

Gnjave kina, gnjave kafane, gnjave kurve, gnjave dame
Svi gnjave, i to preko glave
A ona išla bi negdje da obuče finu, novu haljinu
Ma kako, stvarno, izgužvana stalno

A ja joj kažem - Ne budi luda, bit će nam bolje sto puta
Na zadnjem sjedištu moga auta

O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!
O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!
O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o! ('Ajmo!)

(O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!)
(O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!)
(O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!) Pa da!

In the Back Seat of My Car

(Yo-yo-yo!)
(Yo-yo-yo!)
(Yo-yo-yo!)
(Yo-yo-yo!)
(Yo-yo-yo!)

Cinemas and cafes are a drag, little brats, phony ladies
They're all a drag, I'm sick of it all
And you wanna go somewhere to put on a nice, new dress
How come, really, it's always wrinkled

And I tell you - Don't be silly, we'll be a hundred times better
In the back seat of my car

O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!
O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!
O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!
Yeah!

Enough of the chirping and landscapes, it's all become a hassle
Even the ants in the grass are bothering me
And you wanna go somewhere where the birds sing, where there are meadows
And the grass smells sweet, and the sky is blue

Oh, my darling, don't be silly, we'll be a hundred times better
In the back seat of my car

O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!
O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!
O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!
Yeah!

Life's a drag, death's a drag, I hate stories, empty heads
And wise men, always the same faces
And you wanna go somewhere to dance wildly, to play around
And to kiss me where no one else can see

Oh, my darling, don't be silly, we'll be a hundred times better
In the back seat of my car

O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!
O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!
O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!
Yeah!

O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!
(O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!)
(O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!) Come on, louder!
(O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!) Louder!
(O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!)

Cinemas are a drag, cafes are a drag, whores are a drag, ladies are a drag
Everyone's a drag, I'm so over it
And you wanna go somewhere to put on a nice, new dress
Really, how come it's always wrinkled?

And I tell you - Don't be silly, we'll be a hundred times better
In the back seat of my car

O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!
O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!
O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o! (Come on!)

(O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!)
(O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!)
(O-o-o, o-o-o, o-o-o, o!) Yeah!