Paroles et traduction Mi2 - Brigita (z ulice maršala Tita)

Brigita (z ulice maršala Tita)

Pravega imena vam ne bom izdal
Redko je, lahko bi kdo jo prepoznal
Saj živi v majhnem kraju, v ulici maršala Tita
Kjer nihče ne ve za naju, zato naj stvar ostane skrita
Tri zadnje črke so enake, in ker podobno kot Anita
Ni bila nikoli sita, recimo ji kar Brigita.

Brigita, z ulice maršala Tita
Brigita, z ulice maršala Tita

Spomnim se, bila je zima
Peljal sem jo na čašo vina
Menila oba sva hkrati
Da kaže bolje se spoznati.

Neumnosti sva blebetala
A skoraj bi me vrglo s tira
Ko je brez sramu priznala
Da njen fant sploh ni ovira.
(Da je boli kurac za fanta)

V umazani študentski sobi
Bila ni več kot se spodobi
Odvrgla masko je svetnice
Pokazala je pravo lice.

Ne le lice in obraz
Tudi to kar ni za vas
Izdam le to, da pri Brigiti
Se je splačalo gostiti.

Brigita, z ulice maršala Tita
Brigita, z ulice maršala Tita

Neko noč se je skesala
Morda je zmagala morala
Ali pa so res navade
Bolj komotne od naslade?!

Vem, da ni ji bilo vseeno
Ko pobegnila je v temo
že zaradi mojih muk
To ni bil le goli fu-u-u-u-u-k.

Brigita, z ulice maršala Tita
Brigita, z ulice maršala Tita

Brigita (from Marshal Tito Street)

I won't tell you her real name
It's rare, someone might recognize her
Because she lives in a small town, on Marshal Tito Street
Where no one knows about us, so let's keep it a secret
The last three letters are the same, and because she's like Anita
She was never satisfied, let's just call her Brigita.

Brigita, from Marshal Tito Street
Brigita, from Marshal Tito Street

I remember, it was winter
I took her for a glass of wine
We both thought at the same time
That it was better to get to know each other.

We babbled nonsense
But she almost knocked me off my feet
When she shamelessly admitted
That her boyfriend wasn't an obstacle at all.
(That she didn't give a fuck about her boyfriend)

In a dirty student room
She was no longer as she should be
She shed the mask of a saint
She showed her true face.

Not just her face and expression
Also that which is not for you
I'll only tell you that with Brigita
It was worth it to be a host.

Brigita, from Marshal Tito Street
Brigita, from Marshal Tito Street

One night she repented
Perhaps morality triumphed
Or maybe habits are really
More comfortable than pleasure?!

I know she didn't care
When she ran away into the darkness
Because of my suffering
This wasn't just a pure fu-u-u-u-u-k.

Brigita, from Marshal Tito Street
Brigita, from Marshal Tito Street