Karakaj - Emir Kusturica & The No Smoking Orchestra перевод на английский

Karakaj

Sitno!
Ja u vojsku moram ici hitno
Zbogom oce, zbogom majko zbogom dobri kume Rajko
Spremaj spremaj ispracaj

Nek dodju svi Svi haveri
Na zakletvu U oktobru
Zapjevajmo I popijmo
Neka se zna Odakle smo

Gornja Tuzla selo Karakaj
To je moj uzi zavicaj
Ako grijesim moli9m oprostaj
Al strance znaj ne dam za raj
Svoj rodni kraj

Sitno!
Njezin osmjeh to je meni bitno
Tjesi teme oce majko tjesi I tikume Rajko
Tjesi ako pogrijesi

Kum Rajkane ti pusti pse
Da pripaze oko kuce

Da nebi vuk uzo za struk
Crvenkapu dok nisam tu

Gornja Tuzla selo Karakaj
To je meni uzi zavicaj
Ljubiti se to je obicaj
Jer strance znaj ne dam za raj
Svoj rodni kraj

Sitno
Ja u vojsku moram ici hitno
Zbogom oce zbogom majko zbogom dobri kume Rajko
Spremaj spremaj ispracaj

U armiji me znace me svi
Starjesine I gusteri
Sad brojim ja 302
Ali ce doc doc nula nula noc

Gornja Tuzla selo Karakaj
Vraticu se u svoj zavicaj
Pjevacemo to je obicaj
Jer strance znaj ne dam za raj
Svoj rodni kraj

Karakaj

Sitno!
I must hurry to the army
Goodbye father, goodbye mother, goodbye my good friend Rajko
Prepare, prepare, see me off

Let all my friends come
To my swearing-in in October
Let's sing and drink
Let it be known where we are from

Gornja Tuzla, the village of Karakaj
That is my dear homeland
If I sin, I beg forgiveness
But stranger, know that I would not give up
My native land for paradise

Sitno!
Her smile is essential to me
Comfort me, father, mother, comfort me, and you too, my friend Rajko
Comfort me if I make a mistake

My friend Rajko, let loose the dogs
To guard around the house

So that the wolf will not go for the stalk
Little Red Riding Hood while I am away

Gornja Tuzla, the village of Karakaj
That is my dear homeland
Making love is the custom
For stranger, know that I would not give up
My native land for paradise

Sitno
I must hurry to the army
Goodbye father, goodbye mother, goodbye my good friend Rajko
Prepare, prepare, see me off

In the army, everyone knows me
Superiors and privates
Now I am number 302
But the day will come, the day of my release

Gornja Tuzla, the village of Karakaj
I will return to my homeland
We will sing, it is the custom
Because, stranger, know that I would not give up
My native land for paradise