Đorđe Balašević - Namćor (превод на енглески)

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Hedgehog

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I don't like
Anybody, baby
It's in my nature
Like through the chimney old and dirty
A lot of smoke passed through me
 
I don't like
Aunts, brother-in-laws, neighbors
Up theirs with a hook
They never bring any good news
 
I don't like
Seed-sellers
Gypsy trumpeters
Burek*
Street pissers
I wan't them to give me my nice street back
 
I don't like
Jeep-drivers
Diesel
Boutique-shoppers
Club restaurants
Tamburitza musicians
They shorten every song by a chorus
Motherfuckers
 
But I love you, and that's true
You are my only love
I'll sell that great house for a penny
It doesn't matter that it's grandpa's
And I'll buy four wild horses
To hitch them to the cloud
And flee with you somewhere where nobody knows us
 
I don't like
When my ass eats my pants
Those who put their nose everywhere
Stone in my cherry-pie
 
I don't like
narrow-minded
Bonus
Suited-ones
Hypochondriacs who are afraid
They'll get cancer just by thinking
 
I don't like
Sanguinary dogs and their masters
Pavements full of shit
Spinsters who rush to the window
 
I don't like
Those thieves who drive somebody else's cars
And know half of the alphabet
For they move their lips while writing on a pager
And not that I don't like them, I am disgusted by them, to be honest
 
But I love you, and that's true
You are my only love
I'll sell that great house for a penny
It doesn't matter that it's grandpa's
And I'll buy the boat with two paddles
And that fabulous hat
And drive you somewhere where nobody knows us
 
Next, I don't like
Schizos and mental patients
They used to let the over the weekend
Now they let them straight in front of the cameras
 
I don't like
All those dykes, forgive me
Prophetesses
Transvestites
I beg she-males not to take offence
 
I don't like
Blue girdle on the blue coat
Sixth of the Lika
Seventh force
Hop hop over the Okučani
 
I don't like
Elections
Television
Posters
Enough, for God's sake
Somebody forgot to lock the nuthouse
Please, check?
 
But I love you, and that's true
You are my only love
I'll sell that great house for a penny
It doesn't matter that it's grandpa's
And I'll buy the sandy river island
And on it a little grove
And hide you somewhere where nobody knows us
 
Uh, what's this? Solo, I don't like solo
Ah! It's that soprano saxophone! I hate it!
 
I don't like
Pent-ups
Nondrinkers
And joggers
They are the first in line for the heart attack
But I don't stuff myself, either
 
I don't like
That you hear "Give me" from everywhere
They either beg or lend
For fuck's sake, I never asked for anything!
 
I don't like
Nerds
And everlasting excellent pupils
Black shirts and sectarians
I don't fall for Tibet
Or Burma
 
I don't like
Stinginess
Intellectuals who spin their thumbs
You can buy them for spritzer and Korma
Which I personally don't like
 
But I love you, and that's true
You are my only love
I'll sell that great house for a penny
It doesn't matter that it's grandpa's
The heart snapped on two halves
Love is a burdain to heavy
Even my love for you I don't like... I don't like...
 
Поставио/ла: Igor Marić У: Недеља, 24/01/2016 - 23:37
Last edited by Igor Marić on Понедељак, 25/01/2016 - 23:40
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*Burek - type of the pie (pita).

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