Translation of the song lyrics Mali Dečko - Bolesna Braca, Dino Dvornik

Mali Dečko (original)

Ti si mamica u godinama
A ja sam tvoj mali decko, x3
Pedeset ti je godina
A ja sam tvoj mali decko, x3
Prostote si mi radila
Jer ja sam tvoj mali decko, x3
Izgubio dvadeset kilograma
Jer ja sam tvoj mali decko, x3
Gospodjo ja ne mogu vise
Jako me boli tjelo, od strave i uzasa
Gospodjo ja moram kuci
Tata ce me tuci, a mama je uplakana
Vi bi htjeli da vas dole poljubim
Da vam malu pusicu dam
A ja ne znam dali cu izdrzati
Ne mogu ubrzati vise
Ti si mamica u godinama
A ja sam tvoj mali decko, x3
Pedeset ti je godina
A ja sam tvoj mali decko, x3
Prostote si mi radila
Jer ja sam tvoj mali decko, x3
Izgubio dvadeset kilograma
Jer ja sam tvoj mali decko, x3
Ti si u godinama dama, mogla bi mi biti mama
Ti i moja stara baka se znate iz osnovnjaka
Malo radnog staza u finom kvartu ti garaza
Garazirana, situirana, mala kilometraza
Prvi vlasnik, prva boja, ocuvana do boli
Malo truli pragovi ali stos deferi ko novi
Makar imas blizu pedeset dve
Kuke ispod haube, ti imas 16v
Puno mjesta u gepeku, skupu slapu na nozi
Lak rozi, stanje tip top, sjedi i vozi
Puno trosis po gradu al' ja te besplatno djiram
Jer ja nisam vlasnik, ja te samo servisiram
Stara milfara, nabrijana do ibera
U slobodnoj vezi ona oce igrat dzibera
Stara koka, masna juha, puna soli i bibera
Pa trosim nju i biber od nekog staroga dzibera
Baratas kiflom ko da radis u pekarni
Kad skocis na mene u kvartu pale se alarmi
Ti mi kazes suti moj djecace plavi
A ja skacem na tebi ko da Maksim me slavi
Dino kaze nema nista kontra Splita
Stara koka nema nista kontra mladog kita
Pa ti kazem teta sidji sa mene
Zbog duge surle pravis slona od mene
Ti si mamica u godinama
A ja sam tvoj mali decko, x3
Pedeset ti je godina
A ja sam tvoj mali decko, x3
Prostote si mi radila
Jer ja sam tvoj mali decko, x3
Izgubio dvadeset kilograma
Jer ja sam tvoj mali decko, x3

Mali Dečko (translation)

You're a mom at your age
And I'm your little boy, x3
You are fifty years old
And I'm your little boy, x3
You did me a disservice
Because I'm your little boy, x3
He lost twenty pounds
Because I'm your little boy, x3
Ma'am, I can't take it anymore
My body hurts a lot, from fear and horror
Ma'am, I have to go home
Dad will beat me, and mom will cry
You would like me to kiss you downstairs
Let me give you a little kiss
And I don't know if I'll make it
I can't speed up anymore
You're a mom at your age
And I'm your little boy, x3
You are fifty years old
And I'm your little boy, x3
You did me a disservice
Because I'm your little boy, x3
He lost twenty pounds
Because I'm your little boy, x3
You're a lady at your age, you could be my mom
You and my old grandmother know each other from elementary school
A little work path in a nice neighborhood and a garage
Garaged, situated, low mileage
The first owner, the first color, preserved to the point of pain
A little rotten thresholds but stacks deferi like new
At least you're close to fifty-two
Hooks under the hood, you have 16v
Lots of space in the trunk, an expensive waterfall on the leg
Light pink, condition tip top, sitting and driving
You spend a lot of time in the city, but I'm teasing you for free
Because I'm not the owner, I'm just servicing you
An old milfara, fed up with iber
In a free relationship, she plays dziber
Old coca, greasy soup, full of salt and pepper
So I spend it and pepper from some old pickpocket
Baratas muffin as if you were working in a bakery
When you jump on me in the neighborhood, the alarms go off
You tell me shut up my blue boy
And I jump on you as if Maxim is celebrating me
Dino says there is nothing against Split
The old hen has nothing against the young whale
So I tell you, aunt, get off me
Because of the long trunk, you make an elephant out of me
You're a mom at your age
And I'm your little boy, x3
You are fifty years old
And I'm your little boy, x3
You did me a disservice
Because I'm your little boy, x3
He lost twenty pounds
Because I'm your little boy, x3