Paroles et traduction en anglais Let 3 - Nafta

Nafta

Pjesma se zove "Nafta"

Rukama pokrivam oči
I nestajem iz sobe
Više ne čujem kucanje na vrata
Ne traže me jer me nema
Sjećam se

Pokrivenih očiju tata se igrao s kišom
Na velikom spremniku benzina
To je stara naftna igra
Kapi zvone

Kopali smo ispred kuće, ništa nismo našli
A bušenje na kolodvoru zabranjeno je
A mi smo krišom gutali zemlju
Da ne ostavimo trag
I nismo našli izvor što je nama drag
Niti napravili novi tank

Stari spremnik bio je trul i klimav
Pa je tata pljusnuo kroz okno
Saživio se s naftom i nestao u njoj
I tko zna tko se sve vozio na tatu

(Tata)
Tata
Tata
Tata
Tata

Rukama pokrivam oči
Grčim se da bolje osjetim miris vina
To je stara grčka igra
Koju me mama naučila

Pokrivenih očiju ona se igrala s kišom
Na velikoj bačvi vina
Udaraju kapljice slatkog soka
Ding-dong

Sadili smo lozu svuda
U dolcu tete Rože iza brda
U džepovima dobrih ljudi
Koji nisu prali muda

Što blatniji su bili to su biljke bile veće
Zakrčile su grad, širio se smrad
Zabranili su uzgoj džepne loze
I posjekli nam grane sve

Nema vina, nema muda
U gradu plaču svi i svuda
Stara bačva je bila prazna
Nismo ubrali ni grozd

Kapi zvone ding-dong
Kap po kap, ding-dong
Kapi zvone ding-dong
Kap po kap, ding-dong
Ding-ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong
Ding-ding-dong, ding-dong, dong
Ding-ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong

(Sadili smo lozu svuda)
(U dolcu tete Rože)
(U džepovima dobrih ljudi)
(Koji nisu prali muda)

Sadili smo lozu svuda
U dolcu tete Rože
U džepovima dobrih ljudi
Koji nisu prali muda

Sadili smo lozu svuda
U dolcu tete Rože
U džepovima dobrih ljudii
Koji nisu prali muda

Sadili smo lozu svuda
U dolcu tete Rože
U džepovima dobrih ljudi
Koji nisu prali muda

Hvala

Oil

The song is called "Oil"

I cover my eyes with my hands
And disappear from the room
I no longer hear the knocking on the door
They don't look for me because I'm not there
I remember

With his eyes covered, dad played with the rain
On a large gasoline tank
It's an old oil game
The drops chime

We dug in front of the house, we found nothing
And drilling at the station is forbidden
And we secretly swallowed the earth
To leave no trace
And we didn't find the source we love
Nor did we make a new tank

The old tank was rotten and rickety
So dad splashed through the window
He became one with the oil and disappeared in it
And who knows who all rode on dad

(Dad)
Dad
Dad
Dad
Dad

I cover my eyes with my hands
I wince to better feel the smell of wine
It's an old Greek game
That mom taught me

With her eyes covered, she played with the rain
On a large barrel of wine
Drops of sweet juice are hitting
Ding-dong

We planted vines everywhere
In Aunt Roža's hollow behind the hill
In the pockets of good people
Who didn't wash their balls

The muddier they were, the bigger the plants were
They choked the city, the stench spread
They banned the cultivation of pocket vines
And cut off all our branches

No wine, no balls
Everyone cries everywhere in the city
The old barrel was empty
We didn't even pick a grape

Drops chime ding-dong
Drop by drop, ding-dong
Drops chime ding-dong
Drop by drop, ding-dong
Ding-ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong
Ding-ding-dong, ding-dong, dong
Ding-ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong

(We planted vines everywhere)
(In Aunt Roža's hollow)
(In the pockets of good people)
(Who didn't wash their balls)

We planted vines everywhere
In Aunt Roža's hollow
In the pockets of good people
Who didn't wash their balls

We planted vines everywhere
In Aunt Roža's hollow
In the pockets of good people
Who didn't wash their balls

We planted vines everywhere
In Aunt Roža's hollow
In the pockets of good people
Who didn't wash their balls

Thank you