Paroles et traduction Aleksandra Prijovic - Bogata sirotinja

Bogata sirotinja

Da spavaš pored druge žene
Svi su znali osim mene
Iza leđa su mi pričali
I neka pijana budala
Ne bi tako nisko pala
Kao što si ti, kao što si ti

Nisam ja k'o one tvoje
Da mi baciš sitniš da se doteram
Što se prave gluve, slepe
Ja ću u tri lepe da te oteram

Kada menja se vreme, zaboliš me do kostiju
Mnogo si poleteo, a moliš za milostinju
Milione ti želim i puno dobrih godina
Al' zauvek ćeš ostati bogata sirotinja

Sad mi dolaziš da moliš
A ja bih da u paklu goriš
Ti bez ponosa, ja bez milosti
Neka ti za vratom diše
Isto đubre manje više
Kao što si ti, kao što si ti

Nisam ja k'o one tvoje
Da mi baciš sitniš da se doteram
Što se prave gluve, slepe
Ja ću u tri lepe da te oteram

Kada menja se vreme, zaboliš me do kostiju
Mnogo si poleteo, a moliš za milostinju
Milione ti želim i puno dobrih godina
Al' zauvek ćeš ostati bogata sirotinja

Kada menja se vreme, zaboliš me do kostiju
Mnogo si poleteo, a moliš za milostinju
Milione ti želim i puno dobrih godina
Al' zauvek ćeš ostati bogata sirotinja

Kada menja se vreme, zaboliš me do kostiju
Mnogo si poleteo, a moliš za milostinju
Milione ti želim i puno dobrih godina
Al' zauvek ćeš ostati bogata sirotinja

Rich Pauper

To sleep beside another woman
Everybody knew except me
Behind my back they talked
And some drunken fool
Wouldn't have sunk so low
As you did, as you did

I'm not like your other girls
To whom you'd toss some change so they could pretty themselves up
Pretending to be deaf and blind
I'll banish you in three beautiful verses

When the weather changes, you hurt me to the bone
You've soared so high, yet you beg for alms
I wish you millions and many good years
But you'll always remain a rich pauper

Now you come to me begging
But I wish you would burn in hell
You without pride, I without mercy
May the same trash be breathing down your neck
One more piece of garbage, more or less
As you did, as you did

I'm not like your other girls
To whom you'd toss some change so they could pretty themselves up
Pretending to be deaf and blind
I'll banish you in three beautiful verses

When the weather changes, you hurt me to the bone
You've soared so high, yet you beg for alms
I wish you millions and many good years
But you'll always remain a rich pauper

When the weather changes, you hurt me to the bone
You've soared so high, yet you beg for alms
I wish you millions and many good years
But you'll always remain a rich pauper

When the weather changes, you hurt me to the bone
You've soared so high, yet you beg for alms
I wish you millions and many good years
But you'll always remain a rich pauper