Текст и перевод песни STOKA - Hrana

Hrana

Najviše od svega na svijetu ja volim jesti
A osjećaji gladi kod mene stvarno su česti
Kad trbuh mi zasvira jelo na stol se servira
A ti savršeni mirisi nedaju mi mira
Kad slina mi poteće bilo to jutro il veće
Kad do nosnica mi dođe miris jajca kad se peče
Volim jesti, jesti, stojecki il sjesti
Il sam il s nekim il unutra il na cesti
Volim paste, makarone sa sirevima na tone
Volim trpat u sebe dok glava pod stol ne klone
Volim specijalitete, namaze, putre, paštete
Ma sva moguća jela što kuhari se sjete
Volim štkurkle, njoke, mlince, pure, koke
Brokulu, kelj, kupus, čušpajze, articoke
Čevape s puno luka, sve dok nebude mi muka
Ma pojeo bi sedam kozlica, patku i vuka
Volim jaja na oko, tvrdo kuhano il meko
Volim kornfleks, čokolino, čips I griz na mlijeko
Volim plodove iz mora, školjke su mi fora
Mogo bi ih jest uz vino dok ne svane zora
Volim kulenove seke, špeke peke, oblizeke
A da nepričam o vepru što smaknut je s čeke
Volim graha, kobase, kremenadle, pečeno prase
Volim žderat ko stoka pa to barem zna se
Volim slatko, slano i kasno i rano
Pjevo bi na kiši, volim te hrano!
Volim jest ko stoka I sit napit se soka pa da vidiš sjaj od sreće u sred mog plavog oka za konkretno deserti moji zubi su eksperti mljac, mljac, njam, podrigivanje I ferti x2
Mmm... šta je fino, lješnjak, čokolino
Volim pojest kantu kokica kad s malom odem u kino
Liz čokolade, pa ću kinderlade
A onda sve to zalit čašom hladne limunade
Vanilija, pistacija, njofra, snjeguljica, macha
Robin Stole Hood, lud krade škrinju neplaća
Slatko ko med i saća, na slatko uvijek se vraćam
Ma pojeo bih bombonijeru veličine Brača
Mmm. i još mi se ne povraća
Da paća za meso sad opet želja je jača
Pa častit se ukradenim sendvičima izviđača
Nažalost, moj apetit nitko ne shvaća
Volim jest ko stoka I sit napit se soka pa da vidiš sjaj od sreće u sred mog plavog oka za konkretno deserti moji zubi su eksperti mljac, mljac, njam, podrigivanje I ferti x2

Food

Most of all in the world I love to eat
But the feeling of hunger for me is really frequent
When my belly starts to rumble food is served on the table
And those perfect smells won't leave me alone
When my mouth starts watering be it morning or evening
When the smell of eggs frying reaches my nostrils
I love to eat, eat, standing or sitting
Alone or with someone inside or outside
I love pasta, macaroni with tons of cheese
I love to stuff myself until my head falls under the table
I love delicacies, spreads, pâtés, and pies
All possible dishes that chefs can think of
I love dumplings, gnocchi, pancakes, mashed potatoes, chickens
Broccoli, kale, cabbage, peppers, artichokes
Cevapi with lots of onions, until it becomes a pain
But I could eat seven kids, a duck and a wolf
I love eggs sunny side up, hard-boiled or soft-boiled
I love cornflakes, chocolate cereals, chips and puffs with milk
I love seafood, shellfish is my thing
I could eat them with wine until dawn
I love smoked sausage, bacon, pancetta, lollipops
And not to mention the pig that was killed with a check
I love peas, sausages, meatloaf, roast pork
I love to eat like a cow so at least that's known
I love sweet, salty and late and early
I would sing in the rain, I love you food!
I love to eat like a cow and drink juice until you see the shine of happiness in the middle of my blue eye for specific desserts my teeth are experts yum, yum, yummy, burping and done x2
Mmm... how delicious, hazelnut, chocolate cereal
I love to eat a can of popcorn when I go to the cinema with my girl
Licking chocolate, then I'll eat candy bars
And then wash it all down with a glass of cold lemonade
Vanilla, pistachio, Nutella, snow white, matcha
Robin Hood, crazy steals a chest doesn't pay
Sweet as honey and honeycomb, I always come back to sweets
But I would eat a box of chocolates the size of Brač
Mmm. and I still don't feel sick
That the duck for meat now the desire is stronger
So treat yourself to stolen sandwiches from the scouts
Unfortunately, nobody understands my appetite
I love to eat like a cow and drink juice until you see the shine of happiness in the middle of my blue eye for specific desserts my teeth are experts yum, yum, yummy, burping and done x2