Текст и перевод песни Hari Mata Hari - Nase malo misto

Nase malo misto

Od Minhena do Hamburga
Sve čemer, jad i sirotinja
Ne vole ti Švabice
Ni olovku bez gumice
(O-joj-joj-joj)
Ovdje ratari bolje kopaju
Kad se dobre snaše dokopaju
I carevi bolje caruju
Kad carice kapituliraju
(O-joj-joj-joj)
Svako naše malo misto
U duši je uvik čisto
Jer sve ča mu na um sine
Čini da mu vrime mine

I nema demonstracija
Kad je zadovoljna nacija

A ako se i dogodi
Da nekoga zlo pogodi
Šta se može, o moj Bože
Svršit' gore moglo je
(O-joj-joj-joj)

Svako naše malo misto
U duši je uvik čisto
Jer sve ča mu na um sine
Čini da mu vrime mine

I nema demonstracija
Kad je zadovoljna nacija

Svako naše malo misto
U duši je uvik čisto
Jer sve ča mu na um sine
Čini da mu vrime mine

Svako naše malo misto
U duši je uvik čisto
Jer sve ča mu na um sine
Čini da mu vrime mine

Svako naše malo misto
U duši je uvik čisto
Jer sve ča mu na um sine
Čini da mu vrime mine

Svako naše malo misto
U duši je uvik čisto
Jer sve ča mu na um sine
Čini da mu vrime mine

Our Little Place

From Munich to Hamburg
All bitterness, misery, and poverty
The Swabians don't like you
Not even a pencil without an eraser
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Here, farmers dig better
When they find a good wife
And emperors rule better
When empresses surrender
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Every little place of ours
In spirit, it's always pure
Because whatever comes to mind
Makes time pass by

And there are no demonstrations
When the nation is satisfied

But if something happens
To hit someone badly
What can be done, oh my God
It could have ended much worse
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)

Every little place of ours
In spirit, it's always pure
Because whatever comes to mind
Makes time pass by

And there are no demonstrations
When the nation is satisfied

Every little place of ours
In spirit, it's always pure
Because whatever comes to mind
Makes time pass by

Every little place of ours
In spirit, it's always pure
Because whatever comes to mind
Makes time pass by

Every little place of ours
In spirit, it's always pure
Because whatever comes to mind
Makes time pass by

Every little place of ours
In spirit, it's always pure
Because whatever comes to mind
Makes time pass by