Текст и перевод песни Postolar Tripper - Mali motorin

Mali motorin

Nisan Radu čuje rode, ima barem dvamiseca
Još san mu i unda reka: "Ubić' te ki zeca!"
E, e unda, kad mi je džoing na sto meknije
Ja s'n se samo prinije i jope reka: "'Es' se s pameti smetnije!?"
Veli muč Rade, slušaj, to ti je ključ budućnosti
Najbolje je sad početi dok imamo mogućnosti
Ma kak'e mogućnosti odma s'n ga plesnije
Pa'j priko stol'ce, a ja kil janjetine nasto' meknije
"Gub' mi se s očiju drogašu!!!", odma san mu reka
Da se nis' ni u ludilu pojavije kad buden peka.
(Pravo s' mu reka ned'ljemi. Elde 'esn…)

Koga, čega? Janjetine!
Komu, čemu? Meni!
S kin, s čin? S kapulicon mladon!

Ka's mi Mile to reka nis'n moga ni ist' spavat
Od puste muke s'n oča kolo vrta okopavat
Ispuvala me bura, odma me i glava zabolila
Veljo "Iđen kući pop'ti edno dva tri andola!"
Doša s'n kući andola rode ni zalik nema
Al dobroj' bar vidin eno mate' večeru sprema
"Pogledaj de to po škabelićin po papirin, molin te Krešo!!!"
"Čekaj ćaća evo baba kuva janjetinu lešo!!"

Koga, čega? Janjetine!
Komu, čemu? Meni!
S kin, s čin? S kapulicon mladon!

Posolije, popaprije, privrnije, okrenije
Na ražanj nabije i sve dobro pripremije
Došjo j' po sela sve se lipo soli
Ma mene t' diko još uvik glavurda boli
Vidin Brašo za papršnjak moli. Veli Rade: "Još uvik glava boli!? Evo de ti andoli!!"
Daj t'i, čet', pe šest sve i' šišnen doli, zalijen čašon vina i više ne boli.

Kakve s'ti ovo tablete, diza b' sam palete
Ned'lje t' svete, šaltan do brzine pete

A to s' mu to podvalije Rade ruke t' se osušile, prikinle prikopolak, vrane t' glavu izbuš'le
O guje te uguš'le, zmije te klale, babe te nesrićon zvale, oči t' iz glave ispale
Vidin Rade isprid mene protrča, ki konj izbalotije oči

My Little Engine

Nisan Radu hears the people, it's been at least two months
I told him then and there: "I'll kill you like a rabbit!"
Well, well there, when he's joining me at the hundred softer
I just stepped in front of him and said, "Are you out of your mind!?"
Mute Rade says, listen, this is the key to the future
It's best to start now while we have opportunities
But what opportunities, I told him, slapping him
And over the chair, and I roast a kilo of lamb meat
"Get out of my sight, you druggie!!!", I told him right away
That you didn't even appear in my madness when I was a baker.
(I told him right on Sunday. You fool...)

Who, what? Lamb meat!
To whom, to what? To me!
With whom, with what? With a little cap and fresh!

When Mile told me that, I couldn't even sleep
Out of sheer pain, I dug around the garden
The storm exhausted me, and my head hurt right away
I said, "I'm going home to have one, two or three shots of brandy!"
I came home, honey, there's not even a sip
But it's good that I at least see that mother is preparing dinner
"Look at what's on the little table in the newspaper, I beg you Krešo!!!"
"Wait, daddy, here's mom cooking lamb meat, baby!!"

Who, what? Lamb meat!
To whom, to what? To me!
With whom, with what? With a little cap and fresh!

I salted it, I peppered it, I turned it, I prepared it
I put it on a spit and prepared everything well
Everyone from the village is coming, it's all nicely salted
But my head is still throbbing
I see Brašo begging for a sip. Rade says: "Your head still hurts!? Here, have some brandy!!"
Give me four, five, six, all the way down to the bottom, pour me a glass of wine and it won't hurt anymore.

What kind of pills are these, I could lift pallets
Holy Sundays, I'm fast as lightning

And that's what Rade gave him, your hands have dried up, your back has broken in half, the crows have pecked at your head
Oh, may the vipers choke you, may the snakes kill you, may the old women call you unfortunate, may your eyes fall out of your head
I see Rade in front of me, running like a horse, his eyes bulging