Текст и перевод песни Milica Pavlovic - Boginja

Boginja

Ni poruke ni poziva
I soba već me proziva što spavam sama
Pa zovem nedostupan broj i sebe lažem da si moj
O, kakva drama (o, kakva drama)

Crna svila, polumrak, vino diže pritisak
Samu sebe zavodim (zavodim)
A ti noć već devetu u ko zna čijem krevetu
Jasno je sve, ne stidi se

Ubija me taj tvoj ukus loš
Što i pored boginje bi još
Ma, slušaj
Duguješ mi suze, krv i znoj
Ti bi da ti budem samo broj
Ma, nemoj

(Ma nemoj)

Ni poruke ni poziva
I ceo grad me proziva, ma, sram te bilo
Ti lake lako dobijaš
Da me zbog takvih odbijaš, biće ti krivo

Crna svila, polumrak
Vino diže pritisak
Samu sebe zavodim (zavodim)
A ti noć već devetu
U ko zna čijem krevetu
Jasno je sve, ne stidi se

Ubija me taj tvoj ukus loš
Što i pored boginje bi još
Ma, slušaj
Duguješ mi suze, krv i znoj
Ti bi da ti budem samo broj
Ma, nemoj

Ubija me taj tvoj ukus loš
Što i pored boginje bi još
Ma, slušaj
Duguješ mi suze, krv i znoj
Ti bi da ti budem samo broj
Ma, nemoj
(Ma, nemoj)

Duguješ mi suze, krv i znoj
Ti bi da ti budem samo broj
Ma, nemoj

Goddess

No message or calls
And the room already calls me out for sleeping alone
So I call an unavailable number and lie to myself that it's mine
Oh, such drama (oh, such drama)

Black silk, dim light, wine raises my blood pressure
I seduce myself (seduce myself)
But you're already in the ninth night in whose bed, who knows
It's clear, don't be ashamed

Your bad taste kills me
What more could you want besides a goddess
Listen
You owe me tears, blood, and sweat
You want me to be just a number
Oh, come on

(Oh, come on)

No message or calls
And the whole city calls me out, oh, shame on you
You get easy ones easily
To reject me for such a thing, you'll feel sorry

Black silk, dim light
Wine raises my blood pressure
I seduce myself (seduce myself)
But you're already in the ninth night
In whose bed, who knows
It's clear, don't be ashamed

Your bad taste kills me
What more could you want besides a goddess
Listen
You owe me tears, blood, and sweat
You want me to be just a number
Oh, come on

Your bad taste kills me
What more could you want besides a goddess
Listen
You owe me tears, blood, and sweat
You want me to be just a number
Oh, come on
(Oh, come on)

You owe me tears, blood, and sweat
You want me to be just a number
Oh, come on