Moby Dick - Mala
U mojim venama,radi se u smenama,
U mojim snovima radi se o morama,
Prilazim zenama sa raznim merama,
I nikad ne govorim o svojim problemima.
Za svoju dosadu imam stalnu posadu,
Posadu broda,zenskoga roda.
Kad dodje kataklizma moga organizma,
Ja okrenem se njima,a to mi je vrlina, Heeej,uvek od istog slova,krenem ja od A,
Listam telefon sve do njenog imena,
Nesto mi kaze tu da zastanem na tren. I svako jutro mislim evo sad je gotovo,
Noc se spusti na grad i krene ponovo,
Nesto se gadno pokvarilo u meni,
Pa me tako prokleto vuce ka toj zeni.
Za svoju dosadu imam stalnu posadu,Moby Dick - Mala - http://ru.motolyrics.com/moby-dick/mala-lyrics-english-translation.html
Posadu broda,zenskoga roda.
A nema terapije i nema tog leka,
Da izleci od nje bolesnog coveka.
(Luda je luda,ma obrisi taj broj) Ref.
Mala,nisam budala.
Jos uvek isti,tvoj stari bolid na pisti.
Mala moja od svih si bolja,
Ne slusaj druge sta kazu samo prevrcu i lazu. Uvek od istog slova,uvek kod A,
Listam telefon sve,sve do njenog imena,
Nesto mi kaze tu da zastanem na tren. (Luda je luda,ma obrisi taj broj) Mala,nisam budala.
Jos uvek isti,tvoj stari bolid na pisti.
Mala moja od svih si bolja,
Ne slusaj druge sta kazu samo prevrcu i lazu. 2x
Moby Dick - Little one (Английский перевод)
The blood in my veins works in shifts,
In my dreams there's only nightmares,
I approach women of all sizes
And never speak of my problems.
For my boredom I have the constant squad,
The female ship crew,
When the cataclysm overtakes my organism,
I turn to them, that is my virtue.
Hey, I always start from the same letter,
Always from the letter A,
Then I keep going till I come to her name,
Something always tells me to stop there for a moment.
And every morning I think "here, now it's over",
But night covers the city and it starts all over again,Moby Dick - Mala - http://ru.motolyrics.com/moby-dick/mala-lyrics-english-translation.html
Something bad has gone inside me
So as if I'm cursed keeps me going back to her.
For my boredom I have the constant squad,
The female ship crew.
But there's no therapy or that cure
To help a sick man recover from her.
(she's crazy, crazy, delete that number!)
Chorus:
Hey little one, I am not a fool,
Still the same, your old bolide on the runway.
Little one, you're better than everyone,
Don't listen to what others say, they twist and lie.