Translation of the song lyrics Bivše Djevojčice, Bivši Dječaci - Crvena jabuka
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bivše Djevojčice, Bivši Dječaci , by - Crvena jabuka. Song from the album Live Collection: Riznice Sjećanja, in the genre Иностранный рок Release date: 31.12.1998 Record label: croatia Song language: Slovenian
Bivše Djevojčice, Bivši Dječaci
(original)
Koliko ima od maturske noći
Večeras smo novo društvo mi Daleki i sasvim nepoznati
Ne pomaže ni to što ste sriktani
Svi vi bivši ladni frajeri
Svi vi bivši ladni frajeri
Svi vi bivši ladni frajeri
Sad rijetko vas zovu ulice
Stvarno ni jedne šatro dobre
Nisu više, nisu curice
Nisu curice
Vidim i ti nešto snimaš
Malo radio štampa malo tv Al' izlaziš li još na ista mjesta
I da ne zaboravim da pitam te Dal' još imaš ploče
Beatlesa i Stonesa
I štepove od Keitha
Kao on od horsa
Dal' još imaš ploče
Beatlesa i Stonesa
I štepove od Keitha
I tebe je dušo poslao tata
Da studiraš u Americi
Doneseš diplomu od suhog zlata
Ne bi li je ponovo otkrili
I dobro te udali
Evo i ja nešto snimam
Malo radio štampa malo tv Al' izlazim još na ista mjesta
Tamo za mene dobro je Volio bih umrijet
Prije nego ostarim
Volio bih umrijet
Samo da ih ne vidim
Kako pričaju priče
Kao naši starci
Bivše djevojčice
Bivši dječaci
Kako pričaju priče
Kao naši starci
Bivše djevojčice
Bivši dječaci
(translation)
How many have been there since prom night
Tonight we are a new company, we are distant and completely unknown
It doesn't help that you're screwed
All you former cool guys
All you former cool guys
All you former cool guys
Now the streets rarely call you
Really no good tent
They're not anymore, they're not girls
They are not girls
I see you're filming something too
A little radio printing a little TV But do you still go out to the same places
And let's not forget to ask you if you still have records
The Beatles and the Stones
And stitches from Keith
Like the one from Hors
Do you still have the records?
The Beatles and the Stones
And stitches from Keith
Daddy sent you too, honey
To study in America
You bring a diploma of dry gold
Wouldn't they rediscover it
And marry you well
Here I am recording something
A little radio printing a little TV But I still go out to the same places