Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dugme, artist - Jala Brat. Date of issue: 04.10.2021
Song language: Croatian
Dugme(original) |
| Nekad ni marke, sad izlazim iz banke |
| I sve je bijelo da trebaju nam sanke |
| A ti si mlada, ja noćas sam kô panker |
| Koža, bez zlata, limitirane starke |
| Čekam tvoj poziv da me takne kô skank, je |
| Noćas me vozi, samo neka pun tank je |
| U moje ruke stavi kukove tanke |
| A svoje ruke grij ispod moje jakne |
| Mama zove kô da zna da nemam kome |
| Aca Lukas — mama, ja sam noćas koma |
| I ovaj život što me nazad sebi zove |
| Nek mu ne daju da dođe mi do broja |
| Zovite me noću, to je previše jasno |
| I nema nas, za nas je previše kasno |
| I reci šta ti nije jasno |
| Voljela si tiho, ali vrištala si glasno |
| Ona voli nas, mama je slušala Bregu |
| Tad lipe cvatu, sad benga po snijegu |
| Ta ljubav — rat, ugledamo te kô metu |
| Nisi u jatu, mi smo dugo u letu |
| Kô DeLorean, vozim u futuru |
| Imam Torija na FaceTime-u, pare na umu |
| Sa mojih storija vidiš život na uglu |
| A ti si ona koju nemam ni sekundu |
| Zovite me noću, to je previše jasno |
| I nema nas, za nas je previše kasno |
| I reci šta ti nije jasno |
| Voljela si tiho, ali vrištala si glasno |
| (translation) |
| Once no stamps, now I get out of the bank |
| And everything is white that we need a sled |
| And you're young, I'm like a punk tonight |
| Leather, gold-free, limited old |
| I'm waiting for your call to touch me like a skank, yes |
| He's driving me tonight, just let the tank be full |
| Put my thin hips in my hands |
| And warm your hands under my jacket |
| Mom calls like she knows I have no one |
| Aca Lukas - mom, I'm in a coma tonight |
| And this life that calls me back to myself |
| Don't let him get to my number |
| Call me at night, that's too clear |
| And we are gone, it's too late for us |
| And tell me what you don't understand |
| You loved quietly, but you screamed loudly |
| She loves us, Mom listened to Breg |
| Then the lindens bloom, now they are banging on the snow |
| That love - war, we see you as a target |
| You're not in a flock, we've been in flight for a long time |
| Like DeLorean, I drive in the future |
| I have Tori on FaceTime, money in mind |
| From my stories you see life on the corner |
| And you're the one I don't have a second |
| Call me at night, that's too clear |
| And we are gone, it's too late for us |
| And tell me what you don't understand |
| You loved quietly, but you screamed loudly |