Lyrics Djordje Balasevic - Hocu jednu malu garavu
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Hocu jednu malu garavu
Čitav život jurile me plave
sve neke iste, kao kopije
E moje plave, došle ste mi glave
dosadne krvopije...
Čitav život jurile me buce
i stizale me uvek beštije
rumene buce, im'o sam vas tuce
sad bih nešto rešije...
Hoću jednu malu garavu,
crnu kao braća Arapi
da joj krene šav na čarapi
kad je poljubim
Hoću jednu malu garavu,
da je gricnem kao jabuku
da miriše na mom jastuku
kad se probudim...
Čitav život jurile me blonde
al' od sad ću bolje paziti
E moje blonde, sve ste anakonde
dražesni paraziti...
Čitav život jurile me svetle
i skratile mi isti primetno
ne, neću svetle, svetle jašu metle
hoću jednu s pigmentom...
Hoću jednu malu garavu, crnu kao braća Arapi
da joj krene šav na čarapi kad je poljubim
Hoću jednu malu garavu, da je gricnem kao jabuku
da miriše na mom jastuku kad se probudim...
Čitav život jurile me takve
sve neke iste, k'o iz fabrike
E moje takve, da me niste takle
krvoločne Barbike...
Hoću jednu malu, malu, malu, malu garavu
crnu kao mrak na tavanu
da me greje, da me zaveje, da se ne budim...
Хочу я одну смуглую малышку
Всю жизнь меня преследовали блондинки,
все друг на друга похожие как копии.
Эх, мои блондики, вы меня "достали",
скучные кровопийцы.
Всю жизнь меня преследовали пышки,
всегда настигали меня бестии.
Румяные пышки у меня были дюжинами,
теперь мне бы что-нибудь похудее.
ПРИПЕВ:
Хочу я одну смуглую малышку,
чёрную, как братья-арабы,
у которой расходился бы шов на чулке
при моём поцелуе.
Хочу я одну смуглую малышку,
чтобы грызть её как яблоко.
И чтобы пахло ей на моей подушке,
когда я просыпаюсь.
Всю жизнь меня преследовали блондинки,
но отныне я буду более осторожным.
Эх, мои блондинки-блонды, все вы анаконды,
симпатичные паразитки.
Всю жизнь меня преследовали светленькие,
и сократили они мою жизнь заметно.
Нет, не хочу я светлых, они летают на метлах,
хочу одну с тёмным пигментом...
Припев:
Всю жизнь меня преследовали вот такие,
все друг на друга похожие, как фабричные.
Эх, мои такие, вы мою душу не тронули,
кровожадные куклы Барби...
Хочу одну маленькую, маленькую и смуглую,
чёрную как темнота на чердаке для того,
чтобы она меня грела, укрывала и не приставала.
Čitav život jurile me plave
sve neke iste, kao kopije
E moje plave, došle ste mi glave
dosadne krvopije...
Čitav život jurile me buce
i stizale me uvek beštije
rumene buce, im'o sam vas tuce
sad bih nešto rešije...
Hoću jednu malu garavu,
crnu kao braća Arapi
da joj krene šav na čarapi
kad je poljubim
Hoću jednu malu garavu,
da je gricnem kao jabuku
da miriše na mom jastuku
kad se probudim...
Čitav život jurile me blonde
al' od sad ću bolje paziti
E moje blonde, sve ste anakonde
dražesni paraziti...
Čitav život jurile me svetle
i skratile mi isti primetno
ne, neću svetle, svetle jašu metle
hoću jednu s pigmentom...
Hoću jednu malu garavu, crnu kao braća Arapi
da joj krene šav na čarapi kad je poljubim
Hoću jednu malu garavu, da je gricnem kao jabuku
da miriše na mom jastuku kad se probudim...
Čitav život jurile me takve
sve neke iste, k'o iz fabrike
E moje takve, da me niste takle
krvoločne Barbike...
Hoću jednu malu, malu, malu, malu garavu
crnu kao mrak na tavanu
da me greje, da me zaveje, da se ne budim...
Хочу я одну смуглую малышку
Всю жизнь меня преследовали блондинки,
все друг на друга похожие как копии.
Эх, мои блондики, вы меня "достали",
скучные кровопийцы.
Всю жизнь меня преследовали пышки,
всегда настигали меня бестии.
Румяные пышки у меня были дюжинами,
теперь мне бы что-нибудь похудее.
ПРИПЕВ:
Хочу я одну смуглую малышку,
чёрную, как братья-арабы,
у которой расходился бы шов на чулке
при моём поцелуе.
Хочу я одну смуглую малышку,
чтобы грызть её как яблоко.
И чтобы пахло ей на моей подушке,
когда я просыпаюсь.
Всю жизнь меня преследовали блондинки,
но отныне я буду более осторожным.
Эх, мои блондинки-блонды, все вы анаконды,
симпатичные паразитки.
Всю жизнь меня преследовали светленькие,
и сократили они мою жизнь заметно.
Нет, не хочу я светлых, они летают на метлах,
хочу одну с тёмным пигментом...
Припев:
Всю жизнь меня преследовали вот такие,
все друг на друга похожие, как фабричные.
Эх, мои такие, вы мою душу не тронули,
кровожадные куклы Барби...
Хочу одну маленькую, маленькую и смуглую,
чёрную как темнота на чердаке для того,
чтобы она меня грела, укрывала и не приставала.
I want a little soot
All my life I was chased by blue
all some the same, as copies
E my blue, you came to my head
boring bloodsuckers ...
All my life I've been chased by pumpkins
and beasts always came to me
yellow pumpkins, I had a dozen of you
I would like to solve something now ...
I want a little soot,
black as the Arab brothers
to sew a seam on her sock
when I kiss her
I want a little soot,
to bite her like an apple
to smell on my pillow
when i wake up ...
All my life I was chased by blondes
but from now on I'll be more careful
E my blonde, you are all anacondas
lovely parasites ...
All my life I was chased by the lights
and shortened me the same noticeably
no, I don't want bright, bright riding brooms
I want one with pigment ...
I want a little soot, black as the Arab brothers
to start her seam on the sock when I kiss her
I want a little soot to bite like an apple
to smell on my pillow when I wake up ...
I've been chased by people like that all my life
all some the same, as from the factory
It's mine like that, you didn't like me like that
bloodthirsty Barbies ...
I want one small, small, small, small soot
black as darkness in the attic
to warm me, to seduce me, not to wake up ...
I want one dark-skinned baby
I've been haunted by blondes all my life,
everything is similar to each other as copies.
Eh, my blondes, you "got" me,
boring bloodsuckers.
I've been haunted by cakes all my life,
I was always overtaken by beasts.
I had dozens of ruddy buns,
now I would be worse off.
CHORUS:
I want one dark-skinned baby,
black as the Arab brothers,
at which the seam on stockings would diverge
at my kiss.
I want one dark-skinned baby,
to gnaw it like an apple.
And to smell it on my pillow,
when I wake up.
I've been haunted by blondes all my life,
but from now on I will be more careful.
Eh, my blonde blondes, you're all anacondas,
cute parasites.
All my life I was haunted by the light,
and they shortened my life markedly.
No, I don't want bright ones, they fly on brooms,
I want one with dark pigment ...
Chorus:
All my life I've been haunted by people like this,
all similar to each other, as factory.
Eh, my like, you didn't touch my soul,
bloodthirsty Barbie dolls ...
I want one small, small and dark,
black as darkness in the attic for that
that she warmed me, covered me and did not bother me.
All my life I was chased by blue
all some the same, as copies
E my blue, you came to my head
boring bloodsuckers ...
All my life I've been chased by pumpkins
and beasts always came to me
yellow pumpkins, I had a dozen of you
I would like to solve something now ...
I want a little soot,
black as the Arab brothers
to sew a seam on her sock
when I kiss her
I want a little soot,
to bite her like an apple
to smell on my pillow
when i wake up ...
All my life I was chased by blondes
but from now on I'll be more careful
E my blonde, you are all anacondas
lovely parasites ...
All my life I was chased by the lights
and shortened me the same noticeably
no, I don't want bright, bright riding brooms
I want one with pigment ...
I want a little soot, black as the Arab brothers
to start her seam on the sock when I kiss her
I want a little soot to bite like an apple
to smell on my pillow when I wake up ...
I've been chased by people like that all my life
all some the same, as from the factory
It's mine like that, you didn't like me like that
bloodthirsty Barbies ...
I want one small, small, small, small soot
black as darkness in the attic
to warm me, to seduce me, not to wake up ...
I want one dark-skinned baby
I've been haunted by blondes all my life,
everything is similar to each other as copies.
Eh, my blondes, you "got" me,
boring bloodsuckers.
I've been haunted by cakes all my life,
I was always overtaken by beasts.
I had dozens of ruddy buns,
now I would be worse off.
CHORUS:
I want one dark-skinned baby,
black as the Arab brothers,
at which the seam on stockings would diverge
at my kiss.
I want one dark-skinned baby,
to gnaw it like an apple.
And to smell it on my pillow,
when I wake up.
I've been haunted by blondes all my life,
but from now on I will be more careful.
Eh, my blonde blondes, you're all anacondas,
cute parasites.
All my life I was haunted by the light,
and they shortened my life markedly.
No, I don't want bright ones, they fly on brooms,
I want one with dark pigment ...
Chorus:
All my life I've been haunted by people like this,
all similar to each other, as factory.
Eh, my like, you didn't touch my soul,
bloodthirsty Barbie dolls ...
I want one small, small and dark,
black as darkness in the attic for that
that she warmed me, covered me and did not bother me.