Текст и перевод песни Bijelo Dugme - Na Zadnjem Sjedištu Moga Auta - Remastered

Na Zadnjem Sjedištu Moga Auta - Remastered

Gnjave kina i kafane
Male droce, satro dame
I gnjave (ne, ne)
Svega preko glave (ne, ne, ne)
A ona isla bi negdje
Da obuce finu novu haljinu
Kako stvarno (ne ne)
Izguzvana stalno (ne, ne, ne)
A ja joj kazem, ne budi luda
Bice nam bolje sto puta
Na zadnjem sjedistu moga auta
Dosta cvrkuta i pejzaza
Vec je postalo sve gnjavaza
A i mravi (ne, ne)
Gnjave me u travi (ne, ne, ne)
A ona isla bi negdje
Da je ptice bude, gdje su livade
I mirisu trave (ne, ne)
I neba se plave (ne, ne, ne)
Ma srce moje, ne budi luda
Bice nam bolje sto puta
Na zadnjem sjedistu moga auta
Pa da
Zivoti gnjave, smrti gnjave
Mrzim price i suplje glave
I mudrace (ne, ne)
Uvijek iste face (ne, ne, ne)
A ona isla bi negdje
Gdje se ludo igra da se izigra
I da me ljubi (ne, ne)
Kad ne vide drugi (ne, ne, ne)
A, duso moja, ne budi luda
Bice nam bolje sto puta
Na zadnjem sjedistu moga auta
Pa da
Gnjave me kina
Gnjave i kafane
Gnjave droce, gnjave dame
Svi gnjave, i to preko glave
A ona isla bi negdje
Da obuce finu novu haljinu
Kako stvarno (ne ne)
Izguzvana stalno (ne, ne, ne)
A ja joj kazem, ne budi luda
Bice nam bolje sto puta
Na zadnjem sjedistu moga auta

In the Backseat of My Car - Remastered

Crappy theaters and cafes
Petty thugs, bitter ladies
And sour (no, no)
Everything just drives me insane (no, no, no)
And she'd go out somewhere
To wear her fine new dress
How pathetic (no, no)
Constantly so lost (no, no, no)
And I tell her, don't be foolish
It'll be a hundred times better for us
In the backseat of my car
Enough with all the chatter and scenery
Everything has become such a nuisance
And even ants (no, no)
Bother me in the grass (no, no, no)
And she'd go out somewhere
To become a bird, where there are meadows
And the scent of grass (no, no)
And blue skies (no, no, no)
My love, don't be foolish
It'll be a hundred times better for us
In the backseat of my car
Yeah
Lives are crappy, deaths are crappy
I hate chatter and empty minds
And the wise guys (no, no)
Always the same faces (no, no, no)
And she'd go out somewhere
To play crazy, just to mess around
And to kiss me (no, no)
When no one else is watching (no, no, no)
My dear, don't be foolish
It'll be a hundred times better for us
In the backseat of my car
Oh yeah
Theaters make me sick
And so do cafes
Petty thugs, bitter ladies
Everyone just drives me insane
And she'd go out somewhere
To wear her fine new dress
How pathetic (no, no)
Constantly so lost (no, no, no)
And I tell her, don't be foolish
It'll be a hundred times better for us
In the backseat of my car