Текст и перевод песни Bijelo Dugme - Ako Ima Boga

Ako Ima Boga

Negdje u tvome adresaru
Pod slovom B je moje ime
Prekriži ga noćas i stavi
Krst pepela i krst tišine
Ako ima Boga

Sto zima, a nijedno ljeto
Poneka mrvica sa tvoga stola
A nikad niko nije ček′o
Kao što čekah ja do bola
Ako ima Boga

Moji drugovi odavno kuće imaju
Samo moja kuća je bez krova, prokleta bićeš
O, o-o-o, o, o-o-o
Ako ima Boga, u paklu gorićeš

Sto zima, a nijedno ljeto
Poneka mrvica sa tvoga stola
A nikad niko nije ček'o
Kao što čekah ja do bola
Ako ima Boga

Moji drugovi odavno kuće imaju
Samo moja kuća je bez krova, prokleta bićeš
O, o-o-o, o, o-o-o
Ako ima Boga, u paklu gorićeš

Sanjao sam, e, kako ulaziš u moju pjesmu
Ulaziš prosto, k′o u svoju baštu
Pod pazuh, dolijeću ti lastavice
Ja pjevam, bijela mi krila rastu
A više me ne boli

Sanjao sam, e, kako s anđelima jedeš trešnje
I kako anđeli na mene liče
I kako šapućem u tvoje krilo
"Rađaj mi djecu kao kolačiće"
A više me ne boli

Moji drugovi odavno kuće imaju
Samo moja kuća je bez krova, prokleta bićeš
O, o-o-o, o, o-o-o
Ako ima Boga, u paklu gorićeš

Moji drugovi odavno kuće imaju
Samo moja kuća je bez krova, prokleta bićeš
O, o-o-o, o, o-o-o
Ako ima Boga, u paklu gorićeš

Moji drugovi, odavno
Moji drugovi, odavno

If There is a God

Somewhere in your address book
Under the letter B is my name
Cross it out tonight and put
A cross of ashes and a cross of silence
If there is a God

A hundred winters, but no summer
A few crumbs from your table
But nobody ever waited
Like I waited, to my pain
If there is a God

My friends have had houses for a long time
Only my house is without a roof, may you be cursed
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
If there is a God, you will burn in hell

A hundred winters, but no summer
A few crumbs from your table
But nobody ever waited
Like I waited, to my pain
If there is a God

My friends have had houses for a long time
Only my house is without a roof, may you be cursed
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
If there is a God, you will burn in hell

I dreamed that you entered my song
You entered simply, as if into your own garden
Under your armpit, swallows fly to you
I sing, white wings grow on me
And I am no longer in pain

I dreamed that you ate cherries with angels
And how the angels look like me
And how I whisper in your lap
"Give birth to my children like cookies"
And I am no longer in pain

My friends have had houses for a long time
Only my house is without a roof, may you be cursed
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
If there is a God, you will burn in hell

My friends have had houses for a long time
Only my house is without a roof, may you be cursed
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
If there is a God, you will burn in hell

My friends, for a long time
My friends, for a long time