Текст и перевод песни Bijelo Dugme - Na Zadnjem Sjedištu Moga Auta (Single) [Abbey Road Remastered 2014]

Na Zadnjem Sjedištu Moga Auta (Single) [Abbey Road Remastered 2014]

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 Back Seat of My Car (Single) [Abbey Road Remastered 2014]

Sick of the movies and coffee shops
Petty girls, haggard old women
And it's sick (no, no)
I'm sick of everything (no, no, no)

But she'd go somewhere
To put on her fancy new dress
How absurd (no no)
She's so lost (no, no, no)

But I tell her, don't be crazy
It'll be a hundred times better
In the back seat of my car

Enough chirping and dancing
It's all gotten boring
And the mosquitoes (no, no)
They're driving me crazy (no, no, no)

But she'd go somewhere
To be with the birds, out in the fields
And the smell of grass (no, no)
And the blue skies (no, no, no)

Oh my love, don't be crazy
It'll be a hundred times better
In the back seat of my car
Yeah, yeah

Rotten lives, rotten deaths
I hate fairy tales and empty heads
And wise guys (no, no)
Always the same old story (no, no, no)

But she'd go somewhere
Where she could play around and have fun
And love me (no, no)
When no one else is watching (no, no, no)

Oh, my dear, don't be crazy
It'll be a hundred times better
In the back seat of my car
Yeah, yeah

Sick of the movies
Sick of the coffee shops
Sick of the girls and sick of the women
Sick of everybody and everything

But she'd go somewhere
To put on her fancy new dress
How absurd (no no)
She's so lost (no, no, no)

But I tell her, don't be crazy
It'll be a hundred times better
In the back seat of my car