Paroles et traduction Riblja Corba - Kopriva

Kopriva

Stojim na tankoj crti
Izmedju zivota i smrti
Tanka crvena linija
A ti sve jeftinija
Stojim ispred ponora
Iskreno zeljan odmora
I samo korak, samo napred malo
A ti mi kazes - Iskaci, budalo
Nekad sam zeleo da smrt
Dodje sto sporije
A sada mozda sto skorije
Hocu da me pokriva
Ljuta kopriva
I neka leska za prutic
Smrdljevak ili ljutic
Hocu da me pokriva
Ljuta kopriva
I poneki maslacak
Da me podseca na Cacak
Na ovoj crvenoj liniji
Skamenjen stojim
I pojma nemam
Sto postojim

Stinging Nettle

I'm standing on a fine line
Between life and death
A thin red line
But you're getting cheaper
I'm standing before the abyss
Honestly longing for a break
And just one step, just a little forward
But you tell me - Jump, you fool
Once I wanted death
To come as slowly as possible
But now maybe as quickly as possible
I want it to cover me
Stinging nettle
And some hazel for a twig
Stinking hellebore or nightshade
I want it to cover me
Stinging nettle
And a few dandelions
To remind me of Cacak
On this red line
I stand petrified
And have no idea
Why I exist