Текст и перевод песни Bajaga & Instruktori - Mali svira gitaru

Mali svira gitaru

Mali svira gitaru od četvrte svoje godine
I ima duge prste zato svira najbolje
Mrzi matiš voli fudbal ne zna hegel kant
Bog je hteo da to dete bude muzikant
Hajde dete neka lete rakete

Več sa dvanaest svira mnogo bolje nego Johnny Be Good
Jer dvanaest čuka vežbe ljudi to je stvarno jedan zešči trud
Kažu da je bio brži nego brzi voz
Još u vreme dok se nije otkaćio skroz
Hajde dete neka lete rakete

Ova pesma nema reči koje svako zna
Ovaj ritam nije ritam jedan jedan dva
Ova pesma meni služi da isteram bes
Ova pesma svako telo pokreče na ples

Mali svira gitaru od četvrte svoje godine
I ima duge prste zato svira najbolje
Mrzi matiš voli fudbal ne zna hegel kant
Bog je hteo da to dete bude muzikant
Hajde dete neka lete rakete

Dok su drugi klinci igrali pred školom klikere
Mali je menjao žice i vežbao harmonije
Kažu da je bio brži nego brzi voz
Joj u vreme dok se nije otkaćio skroz
Hajde dete neka lete rakete

Novine su pune laži, na TV-u rat
Prazne priče, prazne reći silaze niz vrat
To sigurno nije ono što bih hteo ja
Ova pesma može sve to zlo da otera

John plays the guitar

John plays the guitar since he was four
And he has long fingers so he plays the best
He hates maths loves football doesn't know hegel kant
God wanted that kid to be a musician
Come on baby let the rockets fly

In the age of twelve he plays much better than Johnny Be Good
'Cause twelve hits the exercises folks that's one hell of a serious effort
They say he was faster than a speeding train
Back in the days when he wasn't completely messed up
Come on baby let the rockets fly

This song doesn't have words that everyone knows
This rhythm isn't a one one two rhythm
This song helps me let off steam
This song makes everyone dance

John plays the guitar since he was four
And he has long fingers so he plays the best
He hates maths loves football doesn't know hegel kant
God wanted that kid to be a musician
Come on baby let the rockets fly

While other kids played marbles in front of school
John changed his strings and practiced harmonies
They say he was faster than a speeding train
Back in the days when he wasn't completely messed up
Come on baby let the rockets fly

Newspapers are full of lies on TV war
Empty stories empty words go down the throat
That's not what I would want for sure
This song can chase away all that evil