Текст и перевод песни Prljavo Kazaliste - Kiše Jesenje

Kiše Jesenje

Noćas mladi mjesec je, dobra večer, dame sve
Spuštam se u barove
Dolje neki klinac na klaviru našu pjesmu svira
I to me grozno živcira
Mazni glas me pita, "Imaš vilu iznad Zagreba
Il' auto s tamnim staklima?"

Hej, curo, šećeru, nemam ja za večeru
Za malu votku, rakiju
Hej, curo, šećeru, ja sam ptica nebeska
I to je moja sudbina

Kroz moje prazne džepove vjetrovi mi prolaze
A kroz cipele kiše jesenje
Kroz moje prazne džepove vjetrovi mi prolaze
A kroz cipele kiše jesenje, o-o-o-o-o
O-o-o-o-o, o-o-o-o-o

Noćas mladi mjesec je, dobra večer, dame sve
Spuštam se u barove
Dolje neki klinac na klaviru našu pjesmu svira
I to me grozno živcira

Hej, curo, šećeru, nemam ja za večeru
Za malu votku, rakiju
Hej, curo, šećeru, ja sam ptica nebeska
I kao takav umrijet ću

Kroz moje prazne džepove vjetrovi mi prolaze
A kroz cipele kiše jesenje
Kroz moje prazne džepove vjetrovi mi prolaze
A kroz cipele kiše jesenje, o-o-o-o-o
O-o-o-o-o, o-o-o-o-o

O-o-o-o-o, o-o-o-o-o
O-o-o-o-o, o-o-o-o-o

Kroz moje prazne džepove vjetrovi mi prolaze
A kroz cipele kiše jesenje
Kroz moje prazne džepove vjetrovi mi prolaze
A kroz cipele kiše jesenje, o-o-o-o-o

Kiše jesenje, o-o-o-o-o
Kiše jesenje, o-o-o-o-o

O-o-o-o-o, o-o-o-o-o
O-o-o-o-o, o-o-o-o-o
O-o-o-o-o, o-o-o-o-o
O-o-o-o-o, o-o-o-o-o
O-o-o-o-o, o-o-o-o-o

Autumn Rains

Tonight there's a new moon, good evening, ladies all
I'm going down to the bars
Down there some kid's playing our song on the piano
And it's driving me crazy
A sweet voice asks me, "Do you have a villa above Zagreb
Or a car with tinted windows?"

Hey, girl, sugar, I don't have anything for dinner
Not even for a small vodka, or rakija
Hey, girl, sugar, I'm a bird of the sky
And that's my destiny

Through my empty pockets the winds blow
And through my shoes the autumn rains
Through my empty pockets the winds blow
And through my shoes the autumn rains, o-o-o-o-o
O-o-o-o-o, o-o-o-o-o

Tonight there's a new moon, good evening, ladies all
I'm going down to the bars
Down there some kid's playing our song on the piano
And it's driving me crazy

Hey, girl, sugar, I don't have anything for dinner
Not even for a small vodka, or rakija
Hey, girl, sugar, I'm a bird of the sky
And as such I will die

Through my empty pockets the winds blow
And through my shoes the autumn rains
Through my empty pockets the winds blow
And through my shoes the autumn rains, o-o-o-o-o
O-o-o-o-o, o-o-o-o-o

O-o-o-o-o, o-o-o-o-o
O-o-o-o-o, o-o-o-o-o

Through my empty pockets the winds blow
And through my shoes the autumn rains
Through my empty pockets the winds blow
And through my shoes the autumn rains, o-o-o-o-o

Autumn rains, o-o-o-o-o
Autumn rains, o-o-o-o-o

O-o-o-o-o, o-o-o-o-o
O-o-o-o-o, o-o-o-o-o
O-o-o-o-o, o-o-o-o-o
O-o-o-o-o, o-o-o-o-o
O-o-o-o-o, o-o-o-o-o