Текст и перевод песни S.A.R.S. - Malo mi Je Falilo

Malo mi Je Falilo

Malo mi je falilo da napravim sranje
Dokle višedušo da pališ se na guranje?
Nemoj da si lakoverna, nisi više mala
Na ispitu zrelosti baš si nisko pala
Oduvek si želela nekog poput mene
A u svojoj glavi misliš da sam smrt za žene
Nemoj da si blesava, nije tako mila
Što od mene uporno ti praviš debila?
O ne (o neee)
O ne (o neee)
Alejuandro Buendija
Sve je komično i ironično i ova scena
Ka da je ispala iz nekog filma Woody Allen-a
Glupi vic, bizarna šala
Pitan se za koliko njih si znala
Gledam te dok skupljaš krhotine s poda
I mislin "O Bože, kako je zgodna!"
Ležin paraliziran, nemoćan, sjeban
Umirem, možda za minut, možda sedam
U glavi mi se nekim čudom bistri
Pija san vino, a posli toga viski
A ti, ka uvik pila si porto
Ne znam u kom trenu si mi mogla usut otrov
U čašu. Ko će ga znat
Zadnja stvar na koju bi mislija, moglo je bit bilo kad
Metalni okus u ustima, jasno, arsen!
U zraku još ćutim tvoj parfem
"Poison", sićan se Bleda
I onog vikenda kad san ti poklonio njega
Zvono je na vratima, miruj, otići će
Nek misli da nema nikog kod kuće
Al ideš i otvaraš, čujem smijeh, stižeš
Vidin noge i poznate čizme
Takve ima moja žena
I više ne vidin ništa i više me nema
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I Was Close to Screwing Up

I was close to screwing up by falling for your crap
How long have you been tricking people into submitting to you?
Don't be so gullible, you're not a little girl anymore
You really failed your maturity test
You always wanted someone like me
But in your mind, you think I'm the death of women
Don't be silly, that's not true, my dear
Why do you insist on making me look like an idiot?
Oh no (oh no)
Oh no (oh no)
Alejandro Buendía
Everything about this scene is comical and ironic
As if it fell out of a Woody Allen movie
A stupid joke, a bizarre prank
I wonder how many people you've already done this to
I watch you as you pick up the pieces from the floor
And think "Oh God, she's so beautiful!"
I lie there paralyzed, helpless, fucked
I'm dying, maybe in a minute, maybe in seven
My mind miraculously becomes clear
I drink wine, then I drink whiskey
But you, you always drank port
I don't know at what point you could have slipped poison into my
glass. Who would have known?
The last thing I would have thought, it could have happened any time
Metallic taste in my mouth, it's clear, arsenic!
I can still smell your perfume in the air
"Poison", little Bleda whispers
And on that weekend when I gave it to you
The doorbell rings, don't move, they'll leave
Let them think there's no one home
But you go and open the door, I hear laughter, you come back
I see legs and familiar boots
My wife has boots like that
And I can't see anything anymore and I'm gone
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