Paroles et traduction Bora Djordjevic - Care

Care

Kada gospodar, postane car,
Svi će mu redom, ući u čmar.
Crvena banda staće u red,
A red će biti, u nedogled.
Jer to i jeste, velika stvar,
Prvi na svetu, Crveni car!
Biće i nereda, biće i tuče,
Koji će dublje, da se uvuče.
Biće u cara, prepuno telo,
šiće mu Carevo novo odelo.
Glavom će svojom, svako da plati,
Ko pita care, koliko je sati?
Biće u cara, prepuno telo,
šiće mu Carevo novo odelo.
Glavom će svojom svako da plati,
Ko pita care, koliko je sati?
Kako car prdne po kojoj slugi,
Ispadnu jedni, a uđu drugi.
Oni su srećni, cvileći puze,
Ne bi li stigli do carske guze.
I nikom od njih ne smeta smrad,
Moraju ući, u čmar kad - tad.
Tek onda mogu, da se smire,
Kad im iz guze, nogice vire.
Ref.
Biće u cara, prepuno telo,
šiće mu Carevo novo odelo.
Glavom će svojom, svako da plati,
Ko pita care, koliko je sati?
Biće u cara, prepuno telo,
šiće mu Carevo novo odelo.
Glavom će svojom, svako da plati,
Ko pita care, koliko je sati?
A car će veselo da se trti,
Jer njegov mandat, traje do smrti.
Kada gospodar, postane car,
Svi će mu redom, ući u čmar.
Ref.
End.

Care

When the master becomes a king,
All will be lining up, entering the inn.
The red horde will be standing in line,
And the line will be, endless in sight.
Because that's the thing, such a big deal,
The first in the world, the Red King!
There will be unrest, there will be fights,
Which will sink deeper, to take their bites.
The king will have, a body so full,
They'll be sewing the King's new suit.
With their own heads, everyone will pay,
Who asks the king, what time of day?
The king will have, a body so full,
They'll be sewing the King's new suit.
With their own heads everyone will pay,
Who asks the king, what time of day?
As the king farts on one of his servants,
Some fall out, and others go in.
They're happy, crawling and squealing,
To try to reach the royal fundament.
And none of them mind the stench,
They have to get in, to the inn now and then.
Only then can they find some peace,
When their little legs poke out of his fundament.
Ref.
The king will have, a body so full,
They'll be sewing the King's new suit.
With their own heads, everyone will pay,
Who asks the king, what time of day?
The king will have, a body so full,
They'll be sewing the King's new suit.
With their own heads everyone will pay,
Who asks the king, what time of day?
And the king will be happy to rub himself,
Because his mandate, lasts until death.
When the master becomes a king,
All will be lining up, entering the inn.
Ref.
End.