Paroles et traduction Hladno Pivo - Konobar

Konobar

Konobar zijeva, vani lagano sviće
A ja, pijan ko deva, bi još naručio piće
Ali kakva blamaža, jezik lamata krivo
Ne zna kako se kaže pelin i pivo
Srećom nije seljober da previše pita
Nego pametan ober što iz očiju čita

Svu moju bol, mada nisam ni pisno
Pa stavlja na stol još jednom isto
I to je ta kap koja preljeva čašu
Plačem ko slap dok naginjem flašu

Zašto sam ja uvijek ta jebena stranka
Zašto ti nisi bar s ove strane šanka?
Zašto sam ja uvijek ta jebena stranka
Zašto srodna duša mora baš biti muška?

Kad si dvojica tak pašu, to je bolje od seksa
Jedan dodaje čašu, a drugi eksa
Oni nije ni priglup, ni naravi škrte
I uvijek mi pivu natoči do crte

On kuži svu moju bol, mada nisam ni pisno
Pa stavlja na stol još jednom isto
I to je ta kap koja preljeva čašu
Plačem ko slap dok naginjem flašu

Zašto sam ja uvijek ta jebena stranka
Zašto ti nisi bar s ove strane šanka?
Zašto sam ja uvijek ta jebena stranka
Zašto srodna duša mora baš biti muška?

Zašto sam ja uvijek ta jebena stranka
Zašto ti nisi bar s ove strane šanka?
Zašto sam ja uvijek ta jebena stranka?

Laj-laj-la-la-la-laj
La-la-laj, la-la-laj-laj-la
Laj-laj-la-la-la-laj
La-la-laj, la-la-laj-laj-laj

Bartender

The bartender yawns, outside it's slowly dawning
And I, drunk as a kite, would like to order another drink
But what an embarrassment, my tongue is all over the place
I don't know how to ask for absinthe and beer
Luckily he's not a hick to ask too many questions
But a clever waiter who reads my mind

He sees all my pain, though I haven't written it down
So he puts another one of the same on the table
And that's the straw that breaks the camel's back
I cry like a waterfall as I tip the bottle back

Why am I always the fucking customer
Why aren't you at least on this side of the bar?
Why am I always the fucking customer
Why does my soulmate have to be a man?

When two people talk like this, it's better than sex
One adds a glass, and the other an ex
He's neither stupid nor stingy
And always pours my beer to the brim

He understands all my pain, though I haven't written it down
So he puts another one of the same on the table
And that's the straw that breaks the camel's back
I cry like a waterfall as I tip the bottle back

Why am I always the fucking customer
Why aren't you at least on this side of the bar?
Why am I always the fucking customer
Why does my soulmate have to be a man?

Why am I always the fucking customer
Why aren't you at least on this side of the bar?
Why am I always the fucking customer?

La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la