Текст и перевод песни Who See feat. Iva - Golf 2

Golf 2

Nekad bio lijep k′o lutka i sladak k'o cukar
Radio kasetofon i grijanje, nije čukan
Udobni sicevi s onim đe ti stane ruka
Mogo sam u svatove s njim da se ne obrukam
Nije imao ABS ali je znao kočit
Bio siguran u vožnji sa četvoro oči
Držao k′o boca da šiber ne toči
Radili dobro k'o sat vjetrobrani bočni
Upalim do daske rap snimljen na traci
Kad se vozim stanem da stopera prebačim
Svašta prošli zajedno k'o pravi vršnjaci
Zamalo mi jednom ukrali Bosanci
A sad stara mašina mjesecima parkiran
Prođem pored njega pa se nasjekiram
Niko više ne može da ga servisira
Zbore prodaj djelove pa da budeš miran
I dalje pamtim cjelu stvar kad nije nam se znao kraj
Sve sam to tako voljela, dane u starim kolima
Golf 2 i s njim sav gas, to je virjeme iza nas, aaa

Golf mi nije u voznom stanju, ima ko zna od kad
I stoji tu parkiran, glibav kod zgradinog ćoška
Zašto ga ne prodam, zbore mi da nemam mozga
A u voznom stanju Golf 2 trista eura košta
Znači treba da ga prodam plafon za 100 eura
To je isto k′o da sam im reko džabe evo vam
Koliko sam ga puta prao, usisavo, meo ga
Obiš′o s njim po svjeta i cjeli Beograd
Gutao je goriva, al' je isto mogo povuć
S njim i zimi moglo se u Malu Crnu Goru
Koliko me puta doma doveo u zoru
Spaljenog k′o kralja ili pjanog kao džoru
Muzika iz njega tukla, parkiram ga u lad
A akomulator satima dura li dura
Koliko mi je puta stao, koliko puta gurah
I vala ako trsim ga nek ide sve u...

I dalje pamtim cjelu stvar kad nije nam se znao kraj
Sve sam to tako voljela, dane u starim kolima
Golf 2 i s njim sav gas, to je virjeme iza nas, aaa

Golf 2

I used to be as beautiful as a doll and as sweet as sugar
Radio cassette player and heating, it wasn't broken
Comfortable seats with a place to rest your hand
I could have gone to a wedding with it and not been embarrassed
It didn't have ABS but it knew how to brake
I was confident driving it with four eyes
It held the roof like a bottle so that the sunroof wouldn't leak
The side windows worked well like a clock
I play rap music recorded on tape
When I'm driving, I stop to pick up hitchhikers
We've been through a lot together like real friends
I almost had it stolen by Bosnians
But now the old car has been parked for months
I walk past it and I get sad
No one can fix it anymore
Zbor, sell the parts and be at peace
I still remember the whole thing when we didn't know where we were going
I loved it all, the days in the old car
Golf 2 and all the fun with it, that's the past, aaa

My Golf is not drivable, I don't know since when
And it's parked there, muddy, at the corner of the building
Why don't I sell it, Zbor tells me I'm crazy
But a Golf 2 in working condition costs three hundred euros
So I should sell it for 100 euros
That's like giving it to you for free
How many times have I washed, vacuumed, and waxed it
I've been all over the world with it, and all over Belgrade
It guzzled fuel, but it could also pull
With it, I could go to Mala Crna Gora even in winter
How many times has it brought me home at dawn
Sunburned like a king or drunk like a madman
The music from it pounded, I park it in the shade
And the battery lasts for hours
How many times has it stopped on me, how many times have I pushed it
And if you're looking for it, it's all yours

I still remember the whole thing when we didn't know where we were going
I loved it all, the days in the old car
Golf 2 and all the fun with it, that's the past, aaa