Текст и перевод песни Djordje Balasevic - Nisam Bio Ja Za Nju

Nisam Bio Ja Za Nju

Volela je klasiku i jazz, čitala je, pretežno, Perl Bak.
Njen je praded bio ruski knez, došao je sa Urala čak.

Nisam bio ja za nju, nisam bio ja za nju.
Ne, nikad nisam bio ja za nju, nisam bio ja za nju.

Prošla je, uglavnom, čitav svet, London, Pariz, Amsterdam i Rim.
Vozila je plavi "Renault 5", ma, vozila je pristojno, sasvim.

Al' ipak, nisam bio ja za nju, nisam bio ja za nju.
Nisam bio ja za nju, nisam bio ja za nju.

Živela je kao sat. Strogi plan za svaki dan.
Želela je znati sve: "Šta se zbiva? Ko se muva?"

Ja sam sasvim drugi tip, o, tako divno slobodan,
Baš ma briga za njen krem. Eto, to je to.

Baš i ne bi bio neki brak, kad je ženin idol - čika Freud,
A njen suprug površan i lak, fudbal, coca-cola i Pink Floyd.

O, mama, nisam bio ja za nju, nisam bio ja za nju.
Ne, stvarno, nisam bio ja za nju, nisam bio ja za nju.

Sretnemo se ponekad. Pita me šta radim sad,
Ispriča mi ukratko, šta se zbiva, ko se muva.

Kažem joj da tugujem, kartam se i lumpujem,
S oblacima drugujem, ona kaže: "Sam si tome kriv".

Al' ipak, nisam bio ja za nju, nisam bio ja za nju.
Ne, stvarno, nisam bio ja za nju, nisam bio ja za nju.

I Wasn't Right For Her

She loved classical music and jazz, she read, mostly, Pearl Buck.
Her great-grandfather was a Russian prince, he came from the Urals.

I wasn't right for her, I wasn't right for her.
No, I was never right for her, I wasn't right for her.

She traveled, mostly, the whole world, London, Paris, Amsterdam, and Rome.
She drove a blue "Renault 5", well, she drove it decently, quite well.

But still, I wasn't right for her, I wasn't right for her.
I wasn't right for her, I wasn't right for her.

She lived like clockwork. A strict plan for every day.
She wanted to know everything: "What's happening? Who's dating?"

I'm a completely different type, oh, so wonderfully free,
I don't care about her cream. That's it.

It wouldn't be much of a marriage, when your idol is Freud,
And your husband is shallow and easy, football, coca-cola, and Pink Floyd.

Oh, mom, I wasn't right for her, I wasn't right for her.
No, really, I wasn't right for her, I wasn't right for her.

We meet sometimes. She asks me what I'm doing now,
She tells me briefly, what's happening, who's dating.

I tell her I'm grieving, playing cards, and messing around,
Hanging out with clouds, she says: "You only have yourself to blame".

But still, I wasn't right for her, I wasn't right for her.
No, really, I wasn't right for her, I wasn't right for her.