Lyrics of Hladnokrvna Ubica - Jala, Buba Corelli

Hladnokrvna Ubica (original)

Za šankom sjedi ona, zovu je crna dama
Niko ne smije da priđe njoj, mala pleše sama
Da ljubav nije za nju njeno jedino pravilo
Kažu da je đavo slomio kalup kad ju je pravio
Stavila metak u šaržer
Nanišanila me sa distance
Pucala je pravo u srce
Nisam im’o ni šanse
Mala je hladnokrvna, hladnokrvna
Hladnokrvna ubica
Ona je hladnokrvna, hladnokrvna
Hladnokrvna ubica
Mala je hladnokrvna, hladnokrvna
Hladnokrvna ubica
Ona je hladnokrvna, hladnokrvna
Hladnokrvna ubica
Mala mami, al' je loša cura
Nije tip da je vodiš kući mami
Al' i onako se na loše furam
Kao da me ova roba loše radi
Veliki je grad, a mi ludi i mladi
Rekli bi da smo, al' idu nam dani
Nisam vidio vraga u tami
Bez svjetla u tami, zlo, iluminati
Znam da laže, ona ne zna da voli
Metak u šaržer puca, neka me boli
Neka me moji kunu, sve neka gori
Te mekane usne samo rekle bi:
«Vodi me dalje na greh»
U goloj vodi
Sa sebe svlači sve i baca po podu
U zraku mi je srce, a lijek ne postoji
Noći tu su, ujutru drugome odu
Rođena sa prokletima
Mami pokretima
Savršena k’o na portretima
Koža fina, mokra posteljina
Da si moja bila, sutra neka te on opet ima
Samo idi dalje
S cvijeta na cvijet, k’o leptir
K’o da imaš dar, samo znam, samo da
Bila si grijeh, al' za to krivit ću sebe, nije mi žao
Stavila metak u šaržer
Nanišanila me sa distance
Pucala je pravo u srce
Nisam im’o ni šanse
Mala je hladnokrvna, hladnokrvna
Hladnokrvna ubica
Ona je hladnokrvna, hladnokrvna
Hladnokrvna ubica
Mala je hladnokrvna, hladnokrvna
Hladnokrvna ubica
Ona je hladnokrvna, hladnokrvna
Hladnokrvna ubica

(translation)

She sits at the bar, they call her the black lady
No one is allowed to approach her, the little one dances alone
That love is not her only rule
They say that the devil broke the mold when he was making it
Put a bullet in the magazine
She aimed at me from a distance
She shot straight to the heart
I didn't even have a chance
Mala is cold-blooded, cold-blooded
A cold-blooded killer
She is cold-blooded, cold-blooded
A cold-blooded killer
Mala is cold-blooded, cold-blooded
A cold-blooded killer
She is cold-blooded, cold-blooded
A cold-blooded killer
Little mom, but she's a bad girl
He's not the type to take her home to mom
But I'm having a bad time anyway
It's like this stuff is doing me a disservice
It's a big city, and we're crazy and young
They would say that we are, but our days are coming
I saw no devil in the darkness
No light in darkness, evil, illuminati
I know she's lying, she doesn't know she loves
The bullet in the magazine bursts, let it hurt me
Let me be cursed, let everything burn
Those soft lips would just say:
"Lead me further to sin"
In bare water
He takes off everything and throws it on the floor
My heart is in the air, and there is no cure
The nights are here, in the morning they are gone
Born with the curses
It lures with movements
Perfect as in portraits
Fine leather, wet bedding
If you were mine, let him have you again tomorrow
Just move on
From flower to flower, like a butterfly
As if you have a gift, I just know, just yes
You were a sin, but I'll blame myself for that, I'm not sorry
Put a bullet in the magazine
She aimed at me from a distance
She shot straight to the heart
I didn't even have a chance
Mala is cold-blooded, cold-blooded
A cold-blooded killer
She is cold-blooded, cold-blooded
A cold-blooded killer
Mala is cold-blooded, cold-blooded
A cold-blooded killer
She is cold-blooded, cold-blooded
A cold-blooded killer