Translation of the song lyrics On Je Poput Djeteta (100 Na Jednoga) - Crvena jabuka

On Je Poput Djeteta (100 Na Jednoga) (original)

S peračima ulica je čekao zoru
Dole kod bašte kafane Visoko
Dva pospana oka na njenom prozoru
I mokri brat na uglu je pjevao
Par koraka dalje od njegovog rejona
Sakupljala se ulična bagra
A kad bi lagano prošao pijacom
Stražar bi dreknuo evo ide, magla!
Evo ide, magla!
On je… on je poput djeteta
Željan toplog kreveta
Njega čeka draga žena
Noću usamljena
Hladna, noć je hladna
Noć je hladna
Noć je ledena
Znali su njega svi sitni banditi
Što po ulici bunare i pale
Znao je njega i poslednji švercer
Od Sebilja do katedrale
I strahovali lokalni tablići
Što ne razlikuju kafu od droge
U ponoć kad zaviri u kockarske rupe
«Evo ga ide, 'fataj se noge»
On je… on je poput djeteta
Željan toplog kreveta
Njega čeka draga žena
Noću usamljena
Hladna, noć je hladna
Noć je hladna
Noć je ledena
I pripazi taxiste i noćne šetačice
Po parkovima cijela četa ludaka
I kako da razlikuje mantil prolaznika
Od mantila nekog manijaka
A raport je redovan nad usnulim gradom
I zora samo što nije svanula
Zar ovo što vidiš nazivaš nadom
Kad ih je bilo sto na jednoga
Sto na jednoga
On je… on je poput djeteta
Željan toplog kreveta
Njega čeka draga žena
Noću usamljena
Hladna, noć je hladna
Noć je hladna
Noć je ledena
Hladna, noć je hladna
Noć je hladna
Noć je ledena

On Je Poput Djeteta (100 Na Jednoga) (translation)

He waited for the dawn with the street washers
Down by the garden of the Visoko cafe
Two sleepy eyes on her window
And the wet brother on the corner sang
A few steps away from his area
Street dredgers were gathering
And if he walked slowly through the market
The guard would shout here it goes, fog!
Here it goes, fog!
He is - he is like a child
Eager for a warm bed
A dear woman is waiting for him
Lonely at night
Cold, the night is cold
The night is cold
The night is icy
All the petty bandits knew him
What wells and fires on the street
The last smuggler knew him
From Sebilj to the cathedral
And they were afraid of the local plates
Which do not distinguish coffee from drugs
At midnight when he peeks into the gambling holes
"Here he goes, 'get on your feet'
He is - he is like a child
Eager for a warm bed
A dear woman is waiting for him
Lonely at night
Cold, the night is cold
The night is cold
The night is icy
And watch out for taxi drivers and night walkers
A whole company of lunatics in the parks
And how to distinguish the coat of a passer-by
From the mantle of some maniac
And the report is regular over the sleeping city
And the dawn was just about dawn
Do you call what you see hope
When there were a hundred of them
One hundred for one
He is - he is like a child
Eager for a warm bed
A dear woman is waiting for him
Lonely at night
Cold, the night is cold
The night is cold
The night is icy
Cold, the night is cold
The night is cold
The night is icy