Текст и перевод песни Đorđe Miljenović - Prelepa katastrofa

Prelepa katastrofa

Budim se u lokvi krvi
I nemam pojma zašto policajac bulji u mene kao da sam monstrum
Koji ga proganja u košmarima, svake noći.
Gde mi je telefon tek je tri sabajle
I moram da te čujem iako znam da tuđa žena si,
Nevoljo neka si, puzim sjeban sad po ulici,
Večeras srušiće se nešto, vidim ljude nose fantomke i palice i benzin.
Gde si noćas da l′ ga ljubiš, dok misliš na mene,
O lepa damo znam da misliš na mene,
Zato što mi blokiraš poziv,
I zato što si verovatno pijana ko ja
I znam da ti si moja nevolja,
Samo moja nevolja!

Prelepa katastrofa!
Nevolja i đavo zaljubljeno plešu sa ljubavlju i strahom.
Prelepa katastrofa!
Biće ljubavi večeras, biće povređenih noćas!

Grad u plamenu a ja sam naoružan besnilom i tugom
I spreman sam da gasim požare benzinom!
Idem tebi nosim poklone i nemir,
Ti si kraljica što sjebala je svemir!
Ti si luđa nego hamlet kada duva vetar,
Ja sam luđi nego kopile na dan očeva!
Izdaje strpljenje, bijem se ko seljak,
Samo ću probati još jednom da te pozovem
Iako znam da ništa nema od toga,
Jer ti si nevoljo sa njim
A on nema pojma da si u krevetu sa mnom
A onda plamen će da se širi,
Izbiće neredi i pakao će nas ugostiti,
Moja nevoljo, samo moja nevoljo!

Prelepa katastrofa!
Nevolja i đavo zaljubljeno plešu sa ljubavlju i strahom.
Prelepa katastrofa!
Biće ljubavi večeras biće povređenih noćas!

Prelepa katastrofa!

Prelepa katastrofa!

Beautiful Catastrophe

I wake up in a pool of blood
And I have no idea why a cop is looking at me like I'm some kind of monster
Who haunts his nightmares, every night.
Where's my phone It's only three in the morning
And I have to hear your voice even though I know you belong to someone else,
You little wretch, now I'm crawling around on the street like an idiot,
Something's gonna go down tonight, I see people carrying phantoms and clubs and gasoline.
Where are you tonight? Are you kissing him, while you're thinking of me,
Oh, beautiful lady I know you're thinking of me,
Because you're blocking my calls,
And because you're probably as drunk as I am
And I know that you're my trouble,
Only my trouble!

Beautiful catastrophe!
Trouble and the devil dance lovingly with love and fear.
Beautiful catastrophe!
There will be love tonight, there will be injuries tonight!

The city's on fire and I'm armed with rage and sorrow
And I'm ready to put out fires with gasoline!
I'm coming to you with gifts and unrest,
You're the queen who fucked up the universe!
You're crazier than Hamlet when the wind blows,
I'm crazier than a bastard on Father's Day!
Patience is wearing thin, I'm fighting like a peasant,
I'll just try to call you one more time
Even though I know it's no use,
Because you're trouble with him
And he has no idea that you're in bed with me
And then the flame will spread,
There will be riots and hell will welcome us,
My trouble, only my trouble!

Beautiful catastrophe!
Trouble and the devil dance lovingly with love and fear.
Beautiful catastrophe!
There will be love tonight there will be injuries tonight!

Beautiful catastrophe!

Beautiful catastrophe!