Текст и перевод песни Hladno Pivo - Carstvo Pasea

Carstvo Pasea

Ti znaš da slika ne laže
Na kauču leži mladi tata
Nosi majicu boje stalaže
Nosi oči u tonu laminata

A njihov sin prigodno lijep
Nikad neće dobit' po turu
Nije k'o tvoj da vadičep zabija
Ravno u kožnu garnituru

Tamo gdje boje ne bodu oči
Živi božica IKEA
Pitaš se da l' ćeš ikada moći
U dvobojno carstvo pàsenta

Kad ti muž ne paše uz ruž
Kad ti sin ne paše uz kamin
Da li postoje šanse da ćeš ikad uz njih uskladit' nijanse?
Kad ti muž ne paše uz ruž
Kad ti sin ne paše uz kamin
Dala bi sve, i sebe i muža i malog da možeš ući u katalog

Uzalud ti muž lupa i zvoni
Na vratima je nova brava
Sin je zaključan u kupaoni
Odluka teška, ali prava

Letjelo je danas ujutro
U velikom luku s balkona
Sve što nije plavo il' žuto
Sad je u pàsentu prazna soba

I dok ležiš gola i sama
Imaš super ideju
Da se baciš i sama
Pa da bude baš sve u pàsentu

Kad ti muž ne paše uz ruž
Kad ti sin ne paše uz kamin
Da li postoje šanse da ćeš ikad uz njih uskladit' nijanse?
Kad ti muž ne paše uz ruž
Kad ti sin ne paše uz kamin
Dala bi sve, i sebe i muža i malog da možeš ući u katalog

Pasea's Kingdom

You know that the picture doesn't lie
On the couch lies a young dad
He wears a shirt the color of a shelf
He wears eyes in the shade of laminate

And their son appropriately cute
Will never get his turn on tour
He's not like yours to hammer in nails
Right into the leather couch

There where colors don't stick out
Lives the goddess of IKEA
You wonder will you ever be able to
In the two-tone kingdom of shades

When your husband doesn't match the rose
When your son doesn't match the fireplace
Are there any chances that you will ever match the shades with them?
When your husband doesn't match the rose
When your son doesn't match the fireplace
You would give everything, you, your husband and your little one, if you could only enter the catalog

In vain your husband knocks and rings
There's a new lock on the door
Your son is locked in the bathroom
The decision is difficult, but right

He flew this morning
In a big arc from the balcony
All that is not blue or yellow
Is now an empty room in the shade

And as you lie there naked and alone
You have a great idea
To throw yourself in as well
So that everything will be in the shade

When your husband doesn't match the rose
When your son doesn't match the fireplace
Are there any chances that you will ever match the shades with them?
When your husband doesn't match the rose
When your son doesn't match the fireplace
You would give everything, you, your husband and your little one, if you could only enter the catalog