Текст и перевод песни Zoran Predin - Prazen Krompir

Prazen Krompir

En prav lep pozdrav moja draga Jolanda
Pošiljam tvoj fant iz pozabljenih let
Prišel sem po zdravje na vašo kmetijo
Rahitična grinta na mleko in med
Sva vstajala zgodaj takoj ko je sonce
Polizalo roso iz jutranjih trav
In bosa sva z prsti mečkala toploto
Svežega dreka začudenih krav

Minila so leta je šla pubarteta
V vaši gostilni sem delo dobil
A v kuharci nisem zagledal dekleta,
Ki sem ji včasih metulje lovil

Dišale so v bluzo ujete melone
Dišali so v ritem zazibani boki
Dišal je tvoj smeh tvoja sapa na roki
S katero sem brisal ti solze iz lic.

Dišal je tvoj zbogom ob zvokih sirene,
Dišala so pisma besede svilene,
Dišala je najina vojna in mir
A najbolj je dišal tvoj pražen krompir
Tvoj pražen krompir

Mornar sem se vedno na ladji Koper
V Džakarti nakladamo premog in poper
Znorel bom od riža na tisoč načinov
Zbolel sem od sadja in od vitaminov.
Spomini prikličejo slino vonjav
Da duša požene kozarec v roki
Kako si želim na domači dobravi
Te boso iz kravjeka vzet na poroki.

Dišale so v bluzo ujete melone
Dišali so v ritem zazibani boki
Dišal je tvoj smeh tvoja sapa na roki
S katero sem brisal ti solze iz lic.

Dišal je tvoj zbogom ob zvokih sirene
Dišala so pisma besede svilene
Dišala je najina vojna in mir
A najbolj je dišal tvoj pražen krompir

Dišale so v bluzo ujete melone
Dišali so v ritem zazibani boki
Dišal je tvoj smeh tvoja sapa na roki
S katero sem brisal ti solze iz lic

Dišal je tvoj zbogom ob zvokih sirene
Dišala so pisma besede svilene
Dišala je najina vojna in mir
A najbolj je dišal tvoj pražen krompir,
Tvoj pražen krompir.

Toast Potatoes

A very nice hello my dear Jolanda
Your boyfriend from forgotten years is sending
I came to your farm for my health
Rickety grit on milk and honey
We would get up early as soon as the sun
Licked the dew from the morning grass
And barefoot with our toes we would squelch the warmth
Of the fresh droppings of surprised cows

Years have passed puberty has gone
In your tavern I got a job
But in the cooks I didn’t see the girl,
For whom I once caught butterflies

Melons encased in her blouse were fragrant
Her hips swaying to the rhythm were fragrant
Your laugh was fragrant your breath on my hand
With which I wiped the tears from your face.

Your farewell was fragrant to the sounds of the siren,
Your letters with silky words were fragrant,
Our war and peace were fragrant
But most fragrant of all were your toast potatoes
Your toast potatoes

I am always a sailor on the ship Koper
In Jakarta we load coal and pepper
I am going crazy from rice in a thousand ways
I am sick from fruit and from vitamins.
Memories conjure up the saliva of scents
That the soul chases a glass in hand
How I wish for the home meadow
Barefoot to take you from the cowpats at the wedding.

Melons encased in her blouse were fragrant
Her hips swaying to the rhythm were fragrant
Your laugh was fragrant your breath on my hand
With which I wiped the tears from your face.

Your farewell was fragrant to the sounds of the siren
Your letters with silky words were fragrant
Our war and peace were fragrant
But most fragrant of all were your toast potatoes

Melons encased in her blouse were fragrant
Her hips swaying to the rhythm were fragrant
Your laugh was fragrant your breath on my hand
With which I wiped the tears from your face

Your farewell was fragrant to the sounds of the siren
Your letters with silky words were fragrant
Our war and peace were fragrant
But most fragrant of all were your toast potatoes,
Your toast potatoes.