Текст и перевод песни Rasta feat. Buba Corelli - Habibi

Habibi

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I rekla je habibi
I pridji mi ja vise nisam mala
I pridji mi ja necu biti sama

Ja kazem joj- habibi
I veruj vise nisam mog'o da sanjam
Tako dobar privatni ples, idemo opet

Sedimo u tami, reci mi samo da li
Bi mi dala da se nadam-sijas Abu Dabi
Nismo vise mali, ona sve vise mami
Nece valjda sada ici kuci tati i mami

I daj ukoci, malo sporije
Znas koliko trazim takve oci-to je orijent
I molim Boga-nagovori je
Tad prisla je, sapuce, nesto spominje

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Iako izgledas ko boginja u zlatnim okovima
Nocas budi mi robinja i uvijaj bokovima
Pogledom bode ko rogovima, tamanim te poklonima
Proslavila bi se kada bi bila u mojim spotovima

Sa parama u džepovima, jer ja ne verujem bankama
Gadjam je sa njima-mala crna ko Ankara
Evrima, dolarima, markama, gazda kluba me opominje
Ona prisla je, sapuce i nesto spominje

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Sweetheart

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And she said, "Sweetheart,
Come over here, I'm no longer a young girl,
Come over here, I won't be alone anymore.

I tell her- Sweetheart,
And believe me, I could never have dreamed,
Such a good private dance, let's do it again.

We sit in the dark, tell me if only,
Would you let me hope- to the paradise of Abu Dhabi,
We're not kids anymore, she's alluring me more and more,
She's not going to come home to her parents now,

And come on, just a little slower,
You know how much I search for eyes like that- it's the Orient,
And I pray to God- convince her,
Then she came over, shoes off, she whispers something.

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Although you look like a goddess in golden chains,
Tonight be my slave and sway your hips,
Your gaze stings like horns, and I spoil you with gifts,
You would become famous if you were in my music videos.

With money in my pockets, since I don't trust banks,
I aim at her with it - little black girl of Ankara,
With euros, dollars, marks, and the club owner warns me,
She came over, shoes off, and whispers something.

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