Translation of the song lyrics Monika - Jala Brat

Monika (original)

S kojeg je kontinenta?
Ima osmijeh božanski
Sija bez konkurenta, s tim vrlinama damskim
A n da da je konkretna, do jutra ne da da zaspim
N da je kompetentna, glumi i režira damski
I zanima je, zanima je sve
Ne zna da voli, ali zanima je plijen
Zanima je, zanima je sve
Al' nju ne zanima uopšte što sam njen
Džaba grad, ma ni lud, neću da pričam o kuji
Mastercard i na sud kad idem obučem Louis
Ovaj grad, ludi grad, za njega sam mlad i lud
Ona zna, nebo zna, poslije mene nema kud
Zovem je Monika, Monika
Na stolu mi je Gucci ko Monika
Ta mala mi čuči ko Monika
Monika, oh, Monika
Da l' je fina cura?
(Ne, ne, ne, ne)
Da li se loše fura?
(Ne, ne, ne, ne)
Da l' je za bolje čula?
(Ne, ne, ne, ne)
Bahata, nekulturna, raste te-temperatura
Ko-ko Alberto Tomba je, gdje nema snijega — skija
Ona bombon, ko bomba je, skače, daje uvija
Ona ne zna za polako
I rado bi mjenjala sve danas sa mrakom
Džaba grad, ma ni lud, neću da pričam o kuji
Mastercard i na sud kad idem obučem Louis
Ovaj grad, ludi grad, za njega sam mlad i lud
Ona zna, nebo zna, posle mene nema kud
Zovem je Monika, Monika
Na stolu mi je Gucci ko Monika
Ta mala mi čuči ko Monika
Monika, oh, Monika

Monika (translation)

What continent is he from?
He has a divine smile
It shines without a competitor, with those feminine virtues
And if it is concrete, I should not fall asleep until the morning
N that she is competent, she acts and directs ladies
And she's interested, she's interested in everything
She doesn't know she loves it, but she's interested in prey
She is interested, she is interested in everything
But she doesn't care at all that I'm hers
Free city, not even crazy, I won't talk about the bitch
Mastercard and go to court when I go dress Louis
This city, crazy city, for him I am young and crazy
She knows, heaven knows, there's nowhere to go after me
I call her Monica, Monica
Gucci and Monica are on my desk
That little girl squats like Monica
Monica, oh, Monica
Is she a nice girl?
(No, no, no, no)
Is it bad?
(No, no, no, no)
Have you heard of better?
(No, no, no, no)
Bahata, uncultured, rising te-temperature
Ko-ko Alberto Tomba is, where there is no snow - skiing
She candy, when the bomb is, jumps, gives twists
She doesn't know for sure
And I would love to change everything today with darkness
Free city, not even crazy, I won't talk about the bitch
Mastercard and go to court when I go dress Louis
This city, crazy city, for him I am young and crazy
She knows, heaven knows, there's nowhere to go after me
I call her Monica, Monica
Gucci and Monica are on my desk
That little girl squats like Monica
Monica, oh, Monica