Lyrics and translation Jala Brat - Monika

Monika

Opet plašim se da nemam mjere (Ne, ne, ne, ne)
Opet praznim flaše Belvedere (Ne, ne, ne, ne)
Ona dalje traži prst bez vjere (Ne, ne, ne, ne)
A ko vojnik među dezertere (Ne, ne, ne, ne)
S kojeg je kontinenta? Ima osmeh božanski
Sija bez konkurenta, s tim vrlinama damskim
A ne da je konkretna, do jutra ne da da zaspim
Ne da je kompetentna, glumi i režira damski
I zanima je, zanima je sve
Ne zna da voli, ali zanima je plen
Zanima je, zanima je sve
Al' nju ne zanima uopšte što sam njen
Džaba grad, ma ni lud, neću da pričam o kuji
Mastercard i na sud kad idem obučem Louis
Ovaj grad, ludi grad, za njega sam mlad i lud
Ona zna, nebo zna, posle mene nema kud
Zovem je Monika, Monika
Na stolu mi je Gucci ko Monika
Ta mala mi čuči ko Monika
Monika, oh, Monika
Da l' je fina cura? (Ne, ne, ne, ne)
Da li se loše fura? (Ne, ne, ne, ne)
Da l' je za bolje čula? (Ne, ne, ne, ne)
Bahata, nekulturna, raste temperatura
Ko Alberto Tomba je, gde nema snega - skijam
Ona bombon, ko bomba je, skače, daje uvija
Ona ne zna za polako
I rado bi mjenjala sve danas sa mrakom
Džaba grad, ma ni lud, neću da pričam o kuji
Mastercard i na sud kad idem obučem Louis
Ovaj grad, ludi grad, za njega sam mlad i lud
Ona zna, nebo zna, posle mene nema kud
Zovem je Monika, Monika
Na stolu mi je Gucci ko Monika
Ta mala mi čuči ko Monika
Monika, oh, Monika

Monika

I'm afraid of losing control again (No, no, no, no)
Emptying Belvedere bottles again (No, no, no, no)
She keeps searching for a ringless finger (No, no, no, no)
And I'm like a soldier among deserters (No, no, no, no)
From what continent is she? Her smile is divine
She shines without competition, with those feminine virtues
And she's more than just concrete, she keeps me up all night
She's beyond competent, acting and directing like a lady
And she's interested, interested in everything
She doesn't know how to love, but she's interested in the prize
She's interested, interested in everything
But she doesn't care at all that I'm hers
Forget the city, I'm not crazy, I won't talk about the bitch
Mastercard and even in court I wear Louis
This city, crazy city, I'm young and wild for it
She knows, heaven knows, after me there's nowhere else to go
I call her Monika, Monika
My Gucci is on the table like Monika
That girl crouches for me like Monika
Monika, oh, Monika
Is she a good girl? (No, no, no, no)
Does she live a bad life? (No, no, no, no)
Has she heard of better? (No, no, no, no)
Arrogant, uncultured, temperature rising
I'm like Alberto Tomba, I ski where there's no snow
She's a candy, a bomb, jumping, giving, twisting
She doesn't know how to take it slow
And she'd gladly trade everything for darkness today
Forget the city, I'm not crazy, I won't talk about the bitch
Mastercard and even in court I wear Louis
This city, crazy city, I'm young and wild for it
She knows, heaven knows, after me there's nowhere else to go
I call her Monika, Monika
My Gucci is on the table like Monika
That girl crouches for me like Monika
Monika, oh, Monika