Paroles et traduction Bijelo Dugme - Na Zadnjem Sjedištu Moga Auta (Abbey Road Remastered 2014)

Na Zadnjem Sjedištu Moga Auta (Abbey Road Remastered 2014)

Gnjave kina i kafane
Male droce, satro dame
I gnjave (ne, ne)
Svega preko glave (ne, ne, ne)

A ona isla bi negdje
Da obuce finu novu haljinu
Kako stvarno (ne ne)
Izguzvana stalno (ne, ne, ne)

A ja joj kazem, ne budi luda
Bice nam bolje sto puta
Na zadnjem sjedistu moga auta

Dosta cvrkuta i pejzaza
Vec je postalo sve gnjavaza
A i mravi (ne, ne)
Gnjave me u travi (ne, ne, ne)

A ona isla bi negdje
Da je ptice bude, gdje su livade
I mirisu trave (ne, ne)
I neba se plave (ne, ne, ne)

Ma srce moje, ne budi luda
Bice nam bolje sto puta
Na zadnjem sjedistu moga auta
Pa da

Zivoti gnjave, smrti gnjave
Mrzim price i suplje glave
I mudrace (ne, ne)
Uvijek iste face (ne, ne, ne)

A ona isla bi negdje
Gdje se ludo igra da se izigra
I da me ljubi (ne, ne)
Kad ne vide drugi (ne, ne, ne)

A, duso moja, ne budi luda
Bice nam bolje sto puta
Na zadnjem sjedistu moga auta
Pa da

Gnjave me kina
Gnjave i kafane
Gnjave droce, gnjave dame
Svi gnjave, i to preko glave

A ona isla bi negdje
Da obuce finu novu haljinu
Kako stvarno (ne ne)
Izguzvana stalno (ne, ne, ne)

A ja joj kazem, ne budi luda
Bice nam bolje sto puta
Na zadnjem sjedistu moga auta

In the Back Seat of My Car (Abbey Road Remastered 2014)

Crowded cinemas and cafes
Little kids, old hags
And crowded (no, no)
Everything is driving me crazy (no, no, no)

And she went somewhere
To wear a fine new dress
As if really (no, no)
Constantly lost (no, no, no)

And I tell her, don't be crazy
It will be a hundred times better for us
In the back seat of my car

Enough of the chirping and the landscape
Everything has become a drag
And ants (no, no)
They're bugging me in the grass (no, no, no)

And she went somewhere
To be a bird, where there are meadows
And the smell of grass (no, no)
And blue skies (no, no, no)

My love, don't be crazy
It will be a hundred times better for us
In the back seat of my car
Yes

Boring lives, boring deaths
I hate gossip and empty heads
And wise guys (no, no)
Always the same faces (no, no, no)

And she went somewhere
Where she plays crazy to trick me
And to kiss me (no, no)
When nobody else sees (no, no, no)

Oh, my soul, don't be crazy
It will be a hundred times better for us
In the back seat of my car
Yes

Cinemas bug me
And cafes
Bratty kids and old hags bug me
Everybody bugs me, way too much

And she went somewhere
To wear a fine new dress
As if really (no, no)
Constantly lost (no, no, no)

And I tell her, don't be crazy
It will be a hundred times better for us
In the back seat of my car