Paroles et traduction Mortal Kombat - Wife Beater

Wife Beater

Kada moja žena krene da mi sere,
I po kući počne da se dere,
Ja joj zviznem nogom par šamara,
I onda ona prestane da smara
Posle se ja pitam kakvu pesmu pisati?
O nekoj lepoj ženi koja voli brisati;
Al' istina je druga, treba piće njoj da platim,
Poklon da joj kupim i prestanem da mlatim
Zdravo druže sa Balkana, kako si mi ovih dana?
Da li i od tebe žena pravi redovno kretena?
Meni moja brani piti, Boga mi će svašta biti,
Moraću joj uraditi kombo hit i fataliti!
Ko to glumi redovno kretena?
Odgovor znaš, moja žena!
Dosta mi je više nje i njene face gadne,
Zabavna je samo kada se saplete i kad padne
Ova moja stalno plače, čak i kad je tučem jače,
Nikako da shvati ona, oženio sam morona
To je sve zbog ženskog pola, za volanom sjebe kola,
Uzima ti plate pola, dok od tebe pravi vola
Dosta mi je, shvati da odlazim od kuće,
Al' ako se 'pak vratim skuvaj jelo vruće!
Čuvam pljosku moju staru baš za ove crne dane,
Beži ženo, marš u kujnu, otiš'o sam do kafane
Al' naći ću ženu što će skakati od sreće,
Kada briše, pere, pegla i decu našu čuva;
Jedino će tužna biti što kasnije neće,
Da briše pere pegla, nego će da kuva!

Wife Beater

When my wife starts to nag me,
And starts to yell around the house,
I give her a few slaps with my foot,
And then she stops her nagging.
Then I ask myself what kind of song to write?
About a beautiful woman who loves to clean;
But the truth is different, I need to buy her a drink,
To buy her a gift and to stop beating her.
Hey buddy from the Balkans, how are you doing these days?
Does your wife make you a fool?
Mine forbids me from drinking, God, everything will be all right,
I'll have to give her a combo hit and fatality!
Who acts like a fool regularly?
You know the answer, my wife!
I'm tired of her and her ugly face,
She's only funny when she stumbles and falls.
Mine cries all the time, even when I hit her harder,
She can't understand, I married a moron.
It's all because of the female gender, behind the wheel of her own car,
She takes half of your salary, while making a fool of you.
I'm done, understand that I'm leaving home,
But if I come back, cook something hot!
I'll keep my old flask just for these dark days,
Run away, woman, go to the kitchen, I've gone to the pub.
But I'll find a woman who will jump for joy,
When she cleans, washes, irons and takes care of our children;
She'll only be sad that later she won't,
Be able to clean, wash, iron, instead she'll have to cook!