Текст и перевод песни Who See feat. Rambo Amadeus - Papalada

Papalada

Miris mora, kamp nadomak Kotora
U devet zora, barka bez motora
Na ferao veslam samo pra'o
Pune vrse dizem, dvije sam ukrao

Svjeza riba mrda u kasete
Ima za kuzinu, pjacu i pjacete
U ovu tisinu se pracakaju fete
Voda mi na usta ide kad se sjetim tece

Mirise kuzina, hodnik i veranda
Uzivam, zamirisalo po' grada
Bevanda 'ladna, bokeska brigada
Jos samo malo pa je spremna papalada

Ne bi' vece srece od pune tece
A na gradele sardele okrecem
I sa pjadele marinadu mecem
Neces da jedes, stani jadan, dje ces

Musulje, lignje, skrpina, dragana
Sve u jednu tecu, mora bit' banja
A u drugu rizot crn kao vrana
Poslije toga ide gemist i marihuana

Bokeska kuzina, klapa Noyz i Dedduh
Rima bolje zvuci uz miris brodeta
I malo 'leba kad se isfeta
Nema papalade bolje no iz moga geta

Sve sa pjata smak'o, ostale su drace
Treba da se bace da pojedu macke
Smuckana bevanda, jezikom zaplicem
Bi' da trazim repete ali evo stize

Mastim brke, sporkam faculete
Ne koristim plin, struju i sporete
Gradele se dime, o' palamide fete
Kad bi' jos trazio ispao bih kreten

Puna trbuha, sad mogu dje 'ocu
Nije nidje bolje no na nasu pontu nocu
Tajne ne odajem no da jos pojedemo, ostajemo
Jedino se Rus zali da masu grajemo

Ref. 2x

Kotorani primate li Novljane u goste
Ne nosimo ribe, kod nas je nema uopste
Dzaba bacaj mreze, vrse, parangale
Koce su i malu i veliku legu izorale

Ostalo je samo, samo kac marina
Lumpara i jezeva iz morskih dubina
Al' od toga ne valja kuzina
Ali zato tu je koset, kastradina

Bumbara i zelja, sira sa Mokrina
Sutoranski super, dva puna bidona
A loza je u bocu na koju pise Coca-Cola
A u nju je loza

Ref. 2x

Papalada

The smell of mulberry, camp near Kotor
At nine o'clock, a boat without a motor
On the ferry, we pull the oars the right way
The nets are full, I stole two

Fresh fish swimming in the crates
There's some for the kitchen, the market and the fishmongers
The girls are gossiping in this silence
My mouth's watering when I think of the fish soup

The kitchen, hallway and veranda smell
I'm enjoying the smell of the city
Cold drinks, Boka brigade
Just a little longer and the fish soup will be ready

There's no greater happiness than a full pot
And I'm turning the sardines on the grill
And I'm putting marinade on the grill
You don't have to eat, get up, man, where are you going?

Mussels, squid, scorpion fish, sea bream
All in one pot, it must be a bath
And in the other, black risotto like a crow
After that comes stuffed peppers and marijuana

Boka cuisine, Noyz band and Dedduh
The rhyme sounds better with the smell of fish stew
And a little bread when it's finished
There's no fish soup better than from my hood

I ate everything from the plates, only the bones are left
They should be thrown away so the cats can eat them
A chilled drink, I'm slurping it with my tongue
I'd ask for a repeat but here it comes

I'm greasing my mustache, messing up my whiskers
I don't use gas, electricity and stoves
The grills are smoking, oh, tuna girls
If I asked for more, I'd be an idiot

My belly's full, now I can go wherever I want
There's nowhere better than on our pontoon at night
I'm not giving away the secrets, but we're staying to eat some more
Only the Russian complains that we're making too much noise

Chorus 2x

People of Kotor, do you welcome the people of Herceg Novi as guests?
We don't bring fish, we don't have it at all
It's useless to throw out nets, traps, lines
The trawls have plowed up both small and large fish

There's only a few small marinas left
Fish lamps and sea urchins from the depths of the sea
But that's not good for cooking
But that's why there's cheese, dry meat

Cabbage soup and cabbage, cheese from Mokrina
Sutoran super, two full barrels
And the grapevine is in a bottle that says Coca-Cola
And there's grapevine in it

Chorus 2x