Prljavo Kazaliste - Lupi petama
Jednog dana kada ovaj rat se završi,
jedva čekam prijatelji sve vas da zagrlim
ovako sjedim sam pa vam ponekad otpjevam. Lupi petama, reci, evo sve za Hrvatsku,
Poljubim zastavu i pustim suzu,meku,iskrenu
O Boze cuvaj ti nase golubove i sirotinju
Jer bogati se ionako za sebe pobrinu. Ima dana kada ne znam sto cu sa sobom
Jer ne vesele mene bez vas utakmice nedjeljom
A kada padne evo noc dozivam vas imenom
Vas su prekrili zastavom i mahovinom. A ja sjedim sam pa ponekad za vas otpjevam
Jednog dana kada ovaj rat se zavrsiPrljavo Kazaliste - Lupi petama - http://ru.motolyrics.com/prljavo-kazaliste/lupi-petama-lyrics-english-translation.html
Jedva cekam prijatelji sve vas da zagrlim
O Boze cuvaj ti nase golubove i sirotinju
Jer bogati se ionako za sebe pobrinu. Ima dana kada ne znam sta cu sa sobom
Jer ne vesele mene bez vas utakmice nedjeljom
A kada padne evo noc dozivam vas imenom
Vas su prekrili zastavom mahovinom. Lupi petama, reci evo sve za Hrvatsku
Poljubi zastavu i pusti suzu,meku,iskrenu
O Boze cuvaj ti nase golubove i sirotinju
Jer bogati se ionako za sebe pobrinu.
Prljavo Kazaliste - Stomp Your Heels (Английский перевод)
One day when this war is over
I can hardly wait for my friends, to hug you all
I sit alone like this so sometimes I sing for you
Stomp your heels, say, here's everything for Croatia
I kiss the flag and shed an honest tear
Oh God, protect our pigeons and our poor
Because the rich take care of themselves anyway
There are days when I don't know what to do with myself
Because I'm not cheered up by Sunday games without you
And when night falls I call out your names
They covered you with a flag and with moss
And I sit alone so sometimes I sing for you
One day when this war is overPrljavo Kazaliste - Lupi petama - http://ru.motolyrics.com/prljavo-kazaliste/lupi-petama-lyrics-english-translation.html
I can hardly wait for my friends, to hug you all
Oh God, protect our pigeons and our poor
Because the rich take care of themselves anyway
There are days when I don't know what to do with myself
Because I'm not cheered up by Sunday games without you
And when night falls I call out your names
They covered you with a flag and with moss
Stomp your heels, say, here's everything for Croatia
Kiss the flag and shed an honest tear
Oh God, protect our pigeons and our poor
Because the rich take care of themselves anyway