Текст и перевод песни Riblja Corba - Crna gora, Bar

Crna gora, Bar

′Alo posta, javi, jel' to Crna Gora, Bar
Sada cu vi da objasnim u cemu je stvar
Odje je Beograd, zove Boro, Djokov sin
U narodu poznat kao zenski dusmanin

Na lokomotivi nedje desio se kvar
U tunelu na liniji Beograd za Bar
Ne znam dal′ je Mojkovac ili Kolasin
Al' stici ce na vrijeme Boro, zenski dusmanin

U tunelu, fala bogu, desio se mrak
Ona mrsava i slaba, a ja mnogo jak
Osobito mrzjelo me da se pravim fin
Jer za dzabe me ne zovu zenski dusmanin

'Alo posta, kol′ko kosta ovaj razgovor
Noge su mi smrdjele kano da sam tvor
U nesvjest je pala, pa je onda lezala
A ja sam je zaskocio da ne bi bjezala

′Alo posta, javi jel' to Crna gora, Bar
Gace sam zaboravio, u tome je stvar
To je tuzna pjesma koju crnci zovu blues
Ali ja ne smijem da se setam gologuz
Ojha!

Black Mountain, Bar

Hello post office, let me know, is this Black Mountain, Bar
Now I will explain to you what the matter is
This is Belgrade calling, Boro, Djoko's son
Known to the people as a woman hater

A breakdown has occurred somewhere on the locomotive
In a tunnel on the Belgrade to Bar line
I don't know if it's Mojkovac or Kolasin
But Boro will get there on time, the woman hater

In the tunnel, thank God, there was darkness
She was thin and weak, and I was very strong
I especially hated to pretend to be a gentleman
Because they don't call me a woman hater for nothing

Hello post office, how much does this conversation cost
My feet stunk like I was an animal
She fainted, then lay there
And I jumped on her so she wouldn't run away

Hello post office, let me know, is this Black Mountain, Bar
I forgot my pants, that's the problem
It's a sad song that black people call the blues
But I must not walk around naked
Ouch!