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Zidarska pica

Jejeee.. Ja sam Pupan Oždrljić
A joj brete..
 
Ejjjj.. Bilo vrijeme besposlice
Da se maknem sa ulice
Morao sam da se snađem
Njeki poso da pronađem
Izbor nije bio lak
Al bio sam mlad i jak
Služio sam zidarima
Tu vajik brete posla ima
To je tada bilo tako
J.b.g. sad mi je ovako
 
(Strofa 1)
Mješao sam malter dugo
Nisam znao ništa drugo
Onda sam uz malo dara
Položio za zidara
Sada imam zanat svoj
Joj živote moj
 
Refren,
Zidar ima svoje muke
Kriva leđa tvrde ruke
Malo para, ljutu ženu
i kuću ne dograđenu
 
Zidar ima svoje muke
Kriva leđa tvrde ruke
Malo para, ljutu ženu
i kuću ne dograđenu
 
(Strofa 2)
Vrjedno radim svaki dan
Sve do plate krojim plan
Ali kada dođe plata
Ja računam po dva sata
I proklinjem zanat svoj
Joj živote moj
 
Refren,
Zidar ima svoje muke
Kriva leđa tvrde ruke
Malo para, ljutu ženu
I kuću ne dograđenu
Zidar ima svoje muke
Kriva leđa tvrde ruke
Malo para, ljutu ženu
I kuću ne dograđenu
 
Joj dostu žandaraj sve te ne j.b.o
 
(Strofa 3)
Ponekad u krčmu svratim
Prijatelje svoje sjatim
Armirače i tesare
Pijemo do zadnje pare
I psujemo zanat svoj
Joj sudbino joj
 
Refren,
Zidar ima svoje muke
Kriva leđa tvrde ruke
Malo para, ljutu ženu
i kuću ne dograđenu
 
Zidar ima svoje muke
Kriva leđa tvrde ruke
Malo para, ljutu ženu
i kuću ne dograđenu
 
NEMOJ MI TO REĆI BRETE..
 
Übersetzung

The Bricklayer's Story

Yeah yeah... I am Pupan Ozhdrlyich
Oh, come one bro...
 
Hey... I was unemployed for a time
In order to move off the street
I needed to find my own way
To look for some work
The choice wasn't easy
But I was young and strong
I served with the bricklayers
Bro, there's always work there
That's how it was back then
F.u.c.k it now it's like this for me
 
[First verse]
I mixed mortar for a long time
I didn't know anything else
Then with a little luck
I settled for bricklaying
Now I have my own trade
Woe is my life
 
[Chorus]
A bricklayer has their own worries
A bent back, calloused hands
Little money, an angry wife
And an unfinished house
 
A bricklayer has their own worries
A bent back, calloused hands
Little money, an angry wife
And an unfinished house
 
[Second verse]
I work hard every day
Until I'm payed I devise a plan
But when my pay arrives
I calculate for two hours
And I curse my own trade
Woe is my life
 
[Chorus]
A bricklayer has their own worries
A bent back, calloused hands
Little money, an angry wife
And an unfinished house
A bricklayer has their own worries
A bent back, calloused hands
Little money, an angry wife
And an unfinished house
 
Oh come on, stop wasting time for fuck's sake!
 
[Third verse]
Sometimes I return to the pub
I meet my friends
Concrete reinforcers and carpenters
We drink until the last penny
And curse our own trades
Woe is fate, woe
 
[Chorus]
A bricklayer has their own worries
A bent back, calloused hands
Little money, an angry wife
And an unfinished house
 
A bricklayer has their own worries
A bent back, calloused hands
Little money, an angry wife
And an unfinished house
 
DON'T TELL ME THAT, BRO...
 
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