Текст и перевод песни Zabranjeno Pusenje - 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 say the wonders of the world
Are the pyramids of Africa
They say the wonders of the world
Are the great rivers of India
But no wonder was ever
Equal to the one
When my old man parked
The Jugo 45 in the yard
The whole neighborhood gathered
And half the relatives
The other half couldn't
Couldn't from the pain
Mom made snacks
Baked some 'urmasice'
Dad went to the store
For more supplies
Chorus
Those were good times
Everything on credit, everything for the people, my dear
Pour some soup in the car
And off to Trieste for jeans
Those were good times
Going on trips, or a little to the sea
Lots of laughter in the house
The Jugo 45 in the yard
Neighbor Franjo drove it
To sell apples
Neighbor Momo drove it
To take his wife to deliver
Uncle Mirso drove it
When he went to the brothel
I drove it a bit too
When I'd steal the keys
Chorus
I peeked out one evening
Heard voices from the yard
Momo, Franjo, Uncle Mirso
Speaking quietly, then they shook hands
You can't hold a grudge against your neighbor
Then they each had a drink and started singing
It looked really small that night
Our Jugo 45
We fled one morning
With two plastic bags
First a bit down Lenjinova
Then across Ljubljanska
We're much better off today
New city and new apartment
My old man became a big shot
A cantonal minister
But in my head
There's always the same picture, the same flash
The old house, the small yard
And the Jugo 45 in it
But in my head
There's always the same picture, the same flash
The old house, the small yard
And the Jugo 45