Текст и перевод песни Crvena Jabuka - On Je Poput Djeteta (100 Na Jednoga)

On Je Poput Djeteta (100 Na Jednoga)

S peračima ulica je čekao zoru
Dole kod bašte kafane Visoko
Dva pospana oka na njenom prozoru
I mokri brat na uglu je pjevao
Par koraka dalje od njegovog rejona
Sakupljala se ulična bagra
A kad bi lagano prošao pijacom
Stražar bi dreknuo evo ide, magla!
Evo ide, magla!
On je... on je poput djeteta
Željan toplog kreveta
Njega čeka draga žena
Noću usamljena
Hladna, noć je hladna
Noć je hladna
Noć je ledena
Znali su njega svi sitni banditi
Što po ulici bunare i pale
Znao je njega i poslednji švercer
Od Sebilja do katedrale.
I strahovali lokalni tablići
Što ne razlikuju kafu od droge
U ponoć kad zaviri u kockarske rupe
"Evo ga ide, ′fataj se noge"
On je... on je poput djeteta
Željan toplog kreveta
Njega čeka draga žena
Noću usamljena
Hladna, noć je hladna
Noć je hladna
Noć je ledena
I pripazi taxiste i noćne šetačice
Po parkovima cijela četa ludaka
I kako da razlikuje mantil prolaznika
Od mantila nekog manijaka
A raport je redovan nad usnulim gradom
I zora samo što nije svanula
Zar ovo što vidiš nazivaš nadom
Kad ih je bilo sto na jednoga
Sto na jednoga
On je... on je poput djeteta
Željan toplog kreveta
Njega čeka draga žena
Noću usamljena
Hladna, noć je hladna
Noć je hladna
Noć je ledena
Hladna, noć je hladna
Noć je hladna
Noć je ledena

He's Like a Child (100 to One)

With the street cleaners, he waited for the dawn
Down by the garden of the Visoko café
Two sleepy eyes in her window
And a drunk brother was singing on the corner
A few steps away from his corner
The street scum was gathering
But when he passed through the market slowly
A guard would shout, "Here comes the fog!"
Here comes the fog!
He's... he's like a child
Yearning for a warm bed
His dear wife is waiting for him
Lonely at night
It's cold, the night is cold
The night is cold
The night is freezing
All the petty bandits knew him
Who would set fires and dig ditches in the street
The last smuggler knew him
From Seville to the cathedral.
And the local drug addicts were afraid of him
Who couldn't tell coffee from drugs
At midnight, when he would peek into gambling dens
"Here he comes, run for your life!"
He's... he's like a child
Yearning for a warm bed
His dear wife is waiting for him
Lonely at night
It's cold, the night is cold
The night is cold
The night is freezing
And watch out, taxi drivers and night walkers
A whole platoon of madmen in the parks
And how can you tell the coats of passersby
From the coat of a maniac
But the report is regular over the sleeping city
And dawn is just about to break
Do you call what you see hope?
When there were a hundred of them to one
A hundred to one
He's... he's like a child
Yearning for a warm bed
His dear wife is waiting for him
Lonely at night
It's cold, the night is cold
The night is cold
The night is freezing
It's cold, the night is cold
The night is cold
The night is freezing