Текст и перевод песни Zabranjeno Pusenje - Lav

Lav

Ust o sam na lijevu nogu
Opsovao mater bogu
Dos o u kupatilo
Smece sam povratio
Opet puno konzumir o
Stare rane ne bi dir o
Pobjeg o od svega
Ludog grada, crnog snijega
Tesko varis to sto staris
Rek o bi Kozo iz Nostalgije
Sve, lave, sto si pis o, vise nema smis o
E, ova bi mogla da se zalije
Generali u samici, radnici u panici
Grebu se za marku da piju u parku
A lav mirno spava, punog stomaka
Popio je bocu konjaka
Ozbiljno lice urednice
Gleda me s TV ekrana
A sada dragi lave, tvoj omiljeni sahat
Silikona, lopte i Van Dammea
Tesko varis to sto staris
Reko bi Kozo iz Nostalgije
Zivot, lave, tvoj, to je jedan kratak spoj
E, ova bi mogla da se zalije
Prodavo si lazi, u skupoj ambalazi
Lave, sto si pis o, vise nema smis o
Generali u samici, radnici u panici
Grebu se za marku da piju u parku
A lav mirno spava, punog stomaka
Popio je bocu konjaka
Ozbiljno lice urednice
Gleda me s TV ekrana
A sada dragi lave, tvoj omiljeni sahat
Silikona, lopte i Van Dammea
Generali u samici, radnici u panici
Grebu se za marku da piju u parku
A lav mirno spava, punog stomaka
Popio je bocu konjaka
Ozbiljno lice urednice
Gleda me s TV ekrana
A sada dragi lave, tvoj omiljeni sahat
Silikona, lopte i Van Dammea

Lion

I got up on my left foot
Cursed my mother and God
Went into the bathroom
I threw up garbage
Consumed a lot again
Don't touch old wounds
Escape from everything
Crazy city, black snow
It's hard to inherit what you age
Koza would have said from Nostalgia
My dear, everything you wrote about no longer makes sense
Well, this could be poured over
Generals in solitary confinement, workers in panic
They're scratching for a mark to drink in the park
And the lion sleeps peacefully, with a full stomach
He drank a bottle of cognac
The editor's serious face
Looks at me from the TV screen
And now, my dear lion, your favorite hour
Silicone, balls, and Van Damme
It's hard to inherit what you age
Koza would have said from Nostalgia
Life, my lion, is a short circuit
Well, this could be poured over
You sold lies, in expensive packaging
My dear, what you wrote about no longer makes sense
Generals in solitary confinement, workers in panic
They're scratching for a mark to drink in the park
And the lion sleeps peacefully, with a full stomach
He drank a bottle of cognac
The editor's serious face
Looks at me from the TV screen
And now, my dear lion, your favorite hour
Silicone, balls, and Van Damme
Generals in solitary confinement, workers in panic
They're scratching for a mark to drink in the park
And the lion sleeps peacefully, with a full stomach
He drank a bottle of cognac
The editor's serious face
Looks at me from the TV screen
And now, my dear lion, your favorite hour
Silicone, balls, and Van Damme