Текст и перевод песни Bajaga i Instruktori - Mali svira gitaru

Mali svira gitaru

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

Vec sa 12 svira mnogo bolje nego dzoni be good
Jer 12 cuka vezbe ljudi to je stvarno jedan zesci trud
Kazu da je bio brzi nego brzi voz
Jos u vreme dok se nije otkacio skroz
Hajde dete neka lete rakete

Ova pesma nema reci koje svako zna
Ovaj ritam nije ritam jedan jedan dva
Ova pesma meni sluzi da isteram bes
Ova pesma svako telo pokrece na ples

Dok su drugi klinci igrali pred skolom klikere
Mali je menjao zice i vezbao harmonije
Kazu da je bio brzi nego brzi voz
Jos u vreme dok se nije otkacio skroz
Hajde dete neka lete rakete

Novine su pune lazi na tv-u rat
Prazne price prazne reci silaze niz vrat
To sigurno nije ono sto bih hteo ja
Ova pesma moze sve to zlo da otera

Little Boy Plays Guitar

Little boy's been playing guitar since he was four
And he's got long fingers so he plays the best
He hates math, loves soccer, doesn't know Hegel or Kant
God wanted that child to be a musician
Come on, boy, let the rockets fly

By the age of 12, he plays way better than Johnny B. Goode
'Cause 12 knocks out exercises, people, that's a really tough grind
They say he was faster than a speeding train
Back when he wasn't completely messed up
Come on, boy, let the rockets fly

This song has no words that everyone knows
This rhythm's not a one-one-two rhythm
This song is for me to vent my anger
This song makes everybody dance

While other kids were playing marbles in front of the school
Little boy was changing strings and practicing harmonies
They say he was faster than a speeding train
Back when he wasn't completely messed up
Come on, boy, let the rockets fly

The newspapers are full of lies, war on TV
Empty talk, empty words come pouring down your neck
That's definitely not what I want
This song can make all that evil go away