Текст и перевод песни Đorđe Balašević - Medena vremena

Medena vremena

Bilo je to sezdesetseste
Pamtim tacno u cas
Jer se u Engleskoj igralo
Svetsko prvenstvo bez nas
I nema vise igraca
K'o sto je bio Geoffrey Hurst

Znao se red, subotom uvek
Preko ograde skok
I vec smo svi na igranci
Uz grupu "Elektro-sok"
I nema vise ni svirke
K'o sto je stari, dobri rock

Svi smo mi voleli izvesnu Martu
Citavo drustvo i ja i moj brat
Bila je najbolja cura u kvartu
Za njom smo lomili vrat
Zbog nje bi vodili rat

Ref.
Hej, medena vremena
Medena vremena
Cesto mislim na vas
Nije bilo da nema
Nema da nema
Sve je bilo uz nas

Bio je tu frajer u jakni
Crni skaj, zadnji krik
Spram tog je momka
Frankenstajn sasvim prijatan lik
O, nema vise baraba
Kao taj preruseni bik

I negativac je stao pred Martom
Igru je trazio, znali smo to
Zar nasa ljubav
Da igra s' tim skartom
Ne, tad je pukao grom
I tad je nastao lom

Ref.

Bio je to lokalni sukob
Mali gradjanski rat
U kom je najgore prosao
Onaj dzukac na sprat
O, vise niko ne tuce
K'o sto je tukao moj brat

Secam se Martinog brizljivog lica
Nezno mi dotakla slomljeni nos
Rekoh joj, nista, ma to je sitnica
Nek' te ne pogadja
Pa to se dogadja

Ref.

Honey Times

It was in the year of 1966
I clearly remember when
The World Cup took place in England
Without our team
No football players left
Like Geoffrey Hurst

We knew our place; every Saturday night
We jumped the fence
And found ourselves at the dance
With the band "Elektro-sok"
And the music's gone too,
Like that good old rock 'n' roll

We were all in love with a girl named Martha
The whole group, myself and my brother
She was the prettiest girl in the neighborhood
We'd fight over her
We'd go to war for her

Ref.
Oh, honey times
Honey times
I often think of you
There was nothing we lacked
No, not a thing
Everything was on our side

Then, there was that dude in the jacket
Black leather, the latest fashion
Compared to that guy
Frankenstein looked quite friendly
Oh, there are no more hooligans
Like that disguised ox

And our rival stood before Martha
Seeking a game, we knew it
Would our love
Play with that hoodlum
No, then the thunder struck
And then the chaos broke loose

Ref.

It was a local conflict
A small-scale civil war
Where the one who suffered most
Was that punk upstairs
Oh, nobody fights like
My brother fought

I remember Martha's tear-stained face
She gently touched my broken nose
I told her, it's nothing, just a small cut
Don't let it bother you
These things happen

Ref.