Текст и перевод песни Zabranjeno Pušenje - Jugo 45

Jugo 45

Kazu da su cuda svijeta
Piramide Africke
Kazu da su cuda svijeta
Velike rijeke Indije
Al′ nijedno cudo nije
Bilo ravno onome
Kad je stari uparkir'o
U bascu Jugu 45
Skupio se sav komsiluk
I pola rodbine
Ono pola nije moglo
Nije moglo od muke
Stara napravila mezu
Ispekla ′urmasice
Stari otis'o u granap
Po jos logistike
Ref.
Bilo je to dobro vrijeme
Sve na kredit, sve za raju, jarane
U auto naspi corbe
Pa u Trst po farmerke
Bilo je to dobro vrijeme
Te na izlet, te malo na more
U kuci puno smijeha
U basci Jugo 45
Vozio komsija Franjo
Da proda jabuke
Vozio komsija Momo
Da mu zenu porode
Vozio ga dajdza Mirso
Kad je is'o u kurvaluke
Vozio ga malo i ja
Kad bi mazn′o kljuceve
Ref.
Virio sam jedno vece
Iz basce cuo glasove
Momo, Franjo, dajdza Mirso
Nesto tiho govore, onda pruzise si ruke
Na komsiju se ne moze
Onda popise po jednu i razgulise
Izgledao je bas mali to vece
Nas Jugo 45
Pobjegli smo jednog jutra
S dvije kese najlonske
Prvo malo Lenjinovom
Pa preko Ljubljanske
Danas nam je mnogo bolje
Novi grad i novi stan
Stari nam je postao fora
Kantonalni ministar
Ali meni je u glavi
Uvijek ista slika, isti fles
Stara kuca, mala basca
I u njoj Jugo 45
Ali meni je u glavi
Uvijek ista slika, isti fles
Stara kuca, mala basca
I Jugo 45

Jugo 45

They tell me the wonders of the world are
The pyramids of Africa
They tell me the wonders of the world are
The great rivers of India
But no one miracle
Was equal to that which
When old man parked
In the garden of Yugo 45
Gathered all neighbors
And half of the relatives
That half couldn't
Couldn't from sorrow
Old woman made a spread
Baked ′hurmasice
Old man went to the granary
For more logistics
Ref.
It was a good time
All on credit, everything for paradise, my dear
Fill the car with shoes
And in Trieste for farmers
It was a good time
Then on a trip, then a little to the sea
In the house, lots of laughter
In the garden of Yugo 45
Drove neighbor Franjo
To sell apples
Drove neighbor Momo
To deliver his wife
Drove him a little, Mirso
When he went into a whorehouse
I drove him a little
When he greased the keys
Ref.
I looked out one night
From the garden I heard voices
Momo, Franjo, Uncle Mirso
Quietly, they talk, then they swore
You can't rely on the neighbor
Then they poured a bottle and they drank
It looked so small tonight
Our Yugo 45
We ran away one morning
With two nylon bags
First a little Lenin's
And then a little Ljubljana
Today we are much better
New city and new apartment
The old man became a joke
Cantonal Minister
But in my head
Always the same picture, the same flash
Old house, small garden
And in it Yugo 45
But in my head
Always the same picture, the same flash
Old house, small garden
And Yugo 45