Текст и перевод песни Milica Pavlović - Boginja (Love & Live)

Boginja (Love & Live)

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

Crna svila, polumrak, vino diže pritisak
Samu sebe 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?
Oh, to, ej!

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

Crna svila, polumrak, vino diže pritisak
Samu sebe 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?

Goddess (Love & Live)

No messages, no calls, and the room is already calling me out
For sleeping alone
So I call an unreachable number and lie to myself that you're mine
Oh, what a drama

Black silk, twilight, wine raises my blood pressure
I seduce myself
And you, for the ninth night now, are in who knows whose bed
It's all clear, don't be ashamed

Your bad taste is killing me
That even with a goddess, you'd want more
Listen, you owe me tears, blood, and sweat
You want me to be just a number, don't you?
Oh, that, hey!

No messages, no calls, and the room is already calling me out
For sleeping alone
So I call an unreachable number and lie to myself that you're mine
Oh, what a drama

Black silk, twilight, wine raises my blood pressure
I seduce myself
And you, for the ninth night now, are in who knows whose bed
It's all clear, don't be ashamed

Your bad taste is killing me
That even with a goddess, you'd want more
Listen, you owe me tears, blood, and sweat
You want me to be just a number, don't you?
Your bad taste is killing me
That even with a goddess, you'd want more
Listen, you owe me tears, blood, and sweat
You want me to be just a number, don't you?