Paroles et traduction Grupa 777 - Balada O Mom Srcu

Balada O Mom Srcu

Ono muči, ono gnjavi, ono kašlje, ono žulja
Pa mi prijeti da me davi, pa mi veli da sam hulja
Ono škripi, ono stenje, i zločesto bude često
Ono hoće, ono ne da, ono neće da se preda

A ja njemu kažem nježno
Živjeti je neizbježno
Povjeruj mi, srce moje
Na kraju se mrtvi broje

A ja njemu kažem nježno
Živjeti je neizbježno
Kucaj, kucaj, srce moje
Na kraju se mrtvi broje

Ono stari, ono vene, ono laže licemjerno
Da za mene samo brine, da me ljubi neizmjerno
Ono cvrči, ono stenje, ono uvijek hoće nešto
Pa mi se na glavu penje, i na neko drugo mjesto

A ja njemu kažem nježno
Živjeti je neizbježno
Povjeruj mi, srce moje
Na kraju se mrtvi broje

A ja njemu kažem nježno
Živjeti je neizbježno
Kucaj, kucaj, srce moje
Na kraju se mrtvi broje

A ja njemu kažem nježno
Živjeti je neizbježno
Povjeruj mi, srce moje
Na kraju se mrtvi broje

A ja njemu kažem nježno
Živjeti je neizbježno
Kucaj, kucaj, srce moje
Na kraju se mrtvi broje

Ballad of My Heart

It aches, it nags, it coughs, it chafes,
Then it threatens to strangle me, then it calls me a scoundrel.
It creaks, it groans, and it's naughty quite often,
It wants, it won't let, it won't surrender.

And I tell it gently,
Living is inevitable,
Believe me, my heart,
In the end, the dead are counted.

And I tell it gently,
Living is inevitable,
Beat, beat, my heart,
In the end, the dead are counted.

It ages, it withers, it lies hypocritically,
That it cares only for me, that it loves me immensely.
It sizzles, it groans, it always wants something,
Then it climbs on my head, and somewhere else too.

And I tell it gently,
Living is inevitable,
Believe me, my heart,
In the end, the dead are counted.

And I tell it gently,
Living is inevitable,
Beat, beat, my heart,
In the end, the dead are counted.

And I tell it gently,
Living is inevitable,
Believe me, my heart,
In the end, the dead are counted.

And I tell it gently,
Living is inevitable,
Beat, beat, my heart,
In the end, the dead are counted.