Текст и перевод песни Mi2 - Brigita (Z Ulive Maršala Tita)

Brigita (Z Ulive Maršala Tita)

Pravega imena vam ne bom izdal
Redko je, lahko bi kdo jo prepoznal
Saj živi v majhnem kraju, v ulici maršala Tita
Kjer nihče ne ve za naju, zato naj stvar ostane skrita
Tri zadnje črke so enake, in ker podobno kot Anita
Ni bila nikoli sita, recimo ji kar Brigita.

Brigita, z ulice maršala Tita
Brigita, z ulice maršala Tita

Spomnim se, bila je zima
Peljal sem jo na čašo vina
Menila oba sva hkrati
Da kaže bolje se spoznati.

Neumnosti sva blebetala
A skoraj bi me vrglo s tira
Ko je brez sramu priznala
Da njen fant sploh ni ovira.
(Da je boli kurac za fanta)

V umazani študentski sobi
Bila ni več kot se spodobi
Odvrgla masko je svetnice
Pokazala je pravo lice.

Ne le lice in obraz
Tudi to kar ni za vas
Izdam le to, da pri Brigiti
Se je splačalo gostiti.

Brigita, z ulice maršala Tita
Brigita, z ulice maršala Tita

Neko noč se je skesala
Morda je zmagala morala
Ali pa so res navade
Bolj komotne od naslade?!

Vem, da ni ji bilo vseeno
Ko pobegnila je v temo
že zaradi mojih muk
To ni bil le goli fu-u-u-u-u-k.

Brigita, z ulice maršala Tita
Brigita, z ulice maršala Tita

Brigita (Z Ulice Maršala Tita)

I won't tell you her real name
It's rare, someone could recognize her
She lives in a small town, in Marshal Tito street
Where nobody knows about us, so let it stay hidden
The last three letters are the same, and because she's similar to Anita
She was never satisfied, let's call her Brigita.

Brigita, from Marshal Tito street
Brigita, from Marshal Tito street

I remember, it was winter
I took her for a glass of wine
We both thought at the same time
That we should get to know each other better.

We talked nonsense
But it almost knocked me out of gear
When she shamelessly admitted
That her boyfriend wasn't an obstacle at all.
(That she doesn't give a damn about her boyfriend)

In a dirty student room
She wasn't any more than decent
She threw away the mask of a saint
She showed her true face.

Not only her face and expression
Also what's not for you
I'll only reveal that with Brigita
It was worth hosting.

Brigita, from Marshal Tito street
Brigita, from Marshal Tito street

One night she had second thoughts
Maybe her morals won
Or maybe habits really are
More comfortable than pleasure?!

I know it wasn't all the same to her
When she ran away into the darkness
Because of my suffering
This wasn't just a bare fu-u-u-u-u-k.

Brigita, from Marshal Tito street
Brigita, from Marshal Tito street