Текст и перевод песни Đorđe Miljenović - Utorak sabajle

Utorak sabajle

Ostajte ovde, reče svešteno lice
I on je sa nama,
U paklu krivice,
Dokle sećanje seže,
Dok bio sam živ,
Pojavio se taj čovek,
O kog se ogreših

Tri metka,
Novi početak,
Vruće je, Bože,
Viču "ostajte ovde"

Popovi, lopovi, komunisti, vojskovođe,
Inžinjeri, četnici, ustaše, masonske lože,
Kurve, rokeri, šabani i fini ljudi,
Svi smo dobro prošli, al′ najebaše dušebrižni

Pakao je utorak sabajle,
Pakao je utorak sabajle

Posl'o sam ti pismo,
Preko svih tvojih demona,
Čujem da si čitala, rekla mi je ona...
Skoro sam te varao, tu je pravi društvo,
Sad je svima devojka,
Da mi bude mučno

Sveci, pop pevači, trenseri, humanitarci,
Svima nam je vruće i svima nam prolaze žmarci
Ubio me čovek, tri metka k′o od šale,
Ali niko ovde ne pati kao dušebrižnici moj care

Pakao je utorak sabajle,
Pakao je utorak sabajle

Tuesday Morning

Stay here, the holy face said
And he is with us,
In the hell of injustice,
As far as memory goes,
As long as I was alive,
This man appeared,
Against whom I did wrong

Three bullets,
A new beginning,
It's hot, my God,
They shout "Stay here"

Priests, thieves, communists, military leaders,
Engineers, Chetniks, Ustashas, Masonic lodges,
Whores, rockers, common thugs and fine people,
We all did well, but the soul-bringers brought us down

Hell is Tuesday morning,
Hell is Tuesday morning

I sent you a letter,
Right through all your demons,
I hear you read it, she told me...
I almost cheated on you, that's true company,
Now she's a girlfriend to everyone,
To make me feel lousy

Saints, pop singers, transvestites, humanitarians,
We're all hot and we all have burns
A man killed me, three bullets like a joke,
But nobody here suffers like the soul-bringers, my dear

Hell is Tuesday morning,
Hell is Tuesday morning