Lyrics of Usta na usta - Buba Corelli

Usta na usta (original)

Mlada i luda
Vjeru nema u ljubav
Slatka faca, vel’ka guza
Došla da vidi šta život pruža
Nije tu da se uda
Ne bi vezu, ni muža
Bez obaveza posteljine gužva
A njena mala vazda miriše ko ruža
Na njoj «Armani Code»
Imaš najbolju guzu u klubu, ne zaboravi to
P’jana se mazi s' konobaricom
Zna šta me pali, ona namjerno mi radi to
Jedva dišem i molim, al' ne da usta na usta
Njene štikle po volji, a haljina tako uska
Druge su kliše ona gori, obori, ne da ustat
A gdje god dođe stolove lomi voli da pravi rusvaj
Gdje god dođe pravi rusvaj
Ta mala je pravi rusvaj
Gdje god dođe pravi rusvaj
A tvoje usne boje trule višnje
Ubila si me, ne mogu više
Neka gledaju svi, ti mi priđi bliže
I ljubomornim napravi svog bivšeg
Gori, želi da je gasim
Kući da je vodim, da je spasim
Ona bi kod mene da spava
A znam da mi ne bi dala da zaspim
Uvjek u svoju korist odigra
Ko kučka ponaša se, hoda ko boginja
Štikle, torbica, koža krokodila
U klubu me za ruku vodila ko bodyguard
Jedva dišem i molim, al' ne da usta na usta
Njene štikle po volji, a haljina tako uska
Druge su kliše ona gori, obori, ne da ustat
A gdje god dođe stolove lomi voli da pravi rusvaj
Gdje god dođe pravi rusvaj
Ta mala je pravi rusvaj
Gdje god dođe pravi rusvaj
Gdje god dođe pravi rusvaj
Ta mala je pravi rusvaj
Gdje god dođe pravi rusvaj

(translation)

Young and crazy
There is no faith in love
Cute face, big ass
She came to see what life has to offer
She's not here to get married
She wouldn't have a relationship, nor a husband
No bed linen obligations
And her little one always smells like a rose
On it «Armani Code»
You have the best ass in the club, don't forget that
The drunk is cuddling with the waitress
She knows what turns me on, she does it on purpose
I can barely breathe and pray, but not to mouth
Her heels at will, and the dress so tight
Other clichés are those burning, knocking down, not getting up
And wherever he comes, he likes to break tables
Wherever there is real ruin
That little one is a real mess
Wherever there is real ruin
And your lips are the color of rotten cherries
You killed me, I can't take it anymore
Let everyone watch, you come closer to me
And make your ex jealous
It's burning, she wants me to turn it off
To take her home, to save her
She would sleep with me
And I know she wouldn't let me sleep
He always plays to his advantage
When a bitch behaves, she walks like a goddess
Heels, purse, crocodile skin
At the club, she took me by the hand like a bodyguard
I can barely breathe and pray, but not to mouth
Her heels at will, and the dress so tight
Other clichés are those burning, knocking down, not getting up
And wherever he comes, he likes to break tables
Wherever there is real ruin
That little one is a real mess
Wherever there is real ruin
Wherever there is real ruin
That little one is a real mess
Wherever there is real ruin