Текст и перевод песни Riblja Corba - Gastarbajterska Pesma (Live)

Gastarbajterska Pesma (Live)

Osecam se ko poslednje govno
A to skrivam i cuvam ko tajnu
Samo cutim, a glasno bi psovno
Oj, Frankfurtu, jebem li ti Majnu
Ne izlazim, samo kuci sedim
Vredno sljakam svoje dane radne
Svaku marku gledam da pristedim
Jedva cekam da subota padne
Kad subotom narodnjaci dodju
Ja na vratu okacim kravatu
Pa izvedem sebe i gospodju
I ponesem celu svoju platu
Kada cujem zvuke rodnog kraja
Ja se onda otkacim do jaja
Kad muzika kolce mi zasviri
Praziluk mi iz dupeta viri
Pijem pice, jedem cevapcice
Sa kosulje pokidam dugmice
Pevaljka se malo razgoliti
Celo drustvo markama je kiti ...
U nedelju, u podne se budim
Da se bilo cega setim ja se trudim
Samleven sam ko mleveno meso
A mozda sam cak i zenu kreso

Gastarbeiter's Song (Live)

I feel like the last piece of shit
But I hide it and keep it a secret
I only feel it, but I would curse out loud
Oh, Frankfurt, fuck your Main River
I don't go out, I just sit at home
I'm wasting my working days
I'm trying to save every mark
I can't wait for Saturday to come
When the folk musicians come on Saturday
I put a tie around my neck
And I take my wife and myself out
And I take my whole salary with me
When I hear the sounds of my homeland
I go completely crazy
When the music starts to play
My leeks start to come out of my ass
I drink beers, I eat cevapcici
I rip the buttons off my shirt
The singer strips a bit
The whole company decorates her with marks ...
On Sunday, I wake up at noon
I try to remember anything
I'm as crushed as minced meat
Maybe I even cheated on my wife