Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Moralne Dileme Vlasnika Bmw-A, artist - Hladno Pivo. Album song G.a.d., in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 26.04.1995
Record label: croatia
Song language: Croatian
Moralne Dileme Vlasnika Bmw-A(original) |
Tri sata popodne pokazuje moj Rolex |
Na semaforu stojim, a pored mene bus |
Kao u zoološkom vrtu gledam izumiruću vrstu |
Izgužvana lica zure mi u bemburu |
S Ray-Banom na nosu žalim frustriranu masu |
Njihov me pogled baca u «bad» |
Zato okrećem glavu na drugu, ljepšu stranu |
Jer duša mi ne podnosi tužne prizore |
Sutra sam već u crkvi na malom pranju savjesti |
Jer moje veze sežu ravno do neba |
U navali humanosti pomolit ću se i za njih |
Nakon čega slijedi tečaj tenisa |
Ne mogu ih gledati više, uključujem svoj air-condition |
Polako da me vide pice iz busa |
Konačno spas, zeleno je, dodajem gas i nestajem |
A gomila me gleda kao zločinca |
Penzići novi i penzići polovni |
Doživotne žrtve javnog prijevoza |
Blesavi od znojenja u kutiji |
Još samo dva radna vijeka do fićeka |
Gomila plazi po bljuzgavoj stazi |
S gađenjem gleda metak što prolazi |
(translation) |
Three o'clock in the afternoon shows my Rolex |
I'm standing at the traffic light, and next to me is a bus |
Like in a zoo, I watch an endangered species |
Wrinkled faces stare at my bembur |
With Ray-Ban on my nose I regret the frustrated mass |
Their gaze throws me into "bad" |
So I turn my head to the other, nicer side |
Because my soul can't stand sad scenes |
I'm already in church tomorrow for a little brainwashing |
Because my relationships reach straight to the sky |
In the rush of humanity, I will pray for them as well |
This is followed by a tennis course |
I can’t watch them anymore, I turn on my air-condition |
Slowly to see me drink from the bus |
Finally salvation, it's green, I add gas and disappear |
And the crowd looks at me like a criminal |
New pensioners and second-hand pensioners |
Lifelong victims of public transport |
Stupid from sweating in a box |
Only two more working lives left |
The crowd crawls along the muddy path |
He watches in disgust as the bullet passes |