Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mižerja , by - Oliver Dragojevic. Song from the album 100 Originalnih Pjesama, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.2012
Record label: croatia
Song language: Croatian
Mižerja(original) |
| I bez zlata i bez luši |
| Sva su blaga ti u duši |
| Kad ogrije te jubav, |
| Puno sunca i tepline, |
| Pa se srce nebu vine, |
| U ditinjstvu bez suza. |
| Malo šoldi, puno vire, |
| U toj jubavi bez mire, |
| I vagun dobre voje, |
| U kantunu puno mista, |
| Misal je ka arja čista, |
| Pa pišen pisme svoje. |
| Mižerja, mižerja… |
| Mižerja, mižerja… |
| Viruj, viruj, pismo moja, |
| Ti jedina znaš di san ostavi dušu, |
| Miruj, miruj, pismo moja, |
| Jer kasno je sad, ladni vitri već pušu… |
| Mižerja, mižerja, |
| Tek pusta mižerja… |
| Kad bi partile ferate, |
| Strepija san, «stari», za te, |
| Ta briga se ne gasi. |
| Zgrbjena si, majko, stala, |
| Bjankariju tuju prala, |
| Pobilile ti vlasi. |
| Jedna pisma iz đardina |
| Smantala je vašeg sina, |
| On cili vik je slidi, |
| Zlatnin nožen posrid srca |
| Probola ga, neka grca, |
| Nek cili šug iscidi. |
| Mižerja, mižerja… |
| Mižerja, mižerja… |
| Viruj, viruj, pismo moja, |
| Ti jedina znaš kako boli lipota, |
| Miruj, miruj, pismo moja, |
| Jer vidit ćeš kad zbrojiš konte života — |
| Mižerja, mižerja, |
| Tek pusta mižerja. |
| (translation) |
| And without gold and without lushi |
| All treasures are in your soul |
| When love warms you, |
| Lots of sun and warmth, |
| So the heart of heaven rises, |
| In childhood without tears. |
| A little shit, a lot of boils, |
| In that love without peace, |
| And a wagon of good warfare, |
| There are a lot of places in the cantonment, |
| The thought is ka arja pure, |
| So he wrote his letters. |
| Miser, miser… |
| Miser, miser… |
| Whirl, whirl, my letter, |
| You are the only one who knows where a dream leaves a soul, |
| Rest, rest, my letter, |
| Because it's late now, the cold winds are already blowing… |
| Miser, miser, |
| Running a meager… |
| If you were partying ferrata, |
| Strepija san, «stari», za te, |
| That concern is not extinguished. |
| You're hunched over, mother, stop, |
| Bjankari's foreign laundry, |
| Your hair is white. |
| One letter from the garden |
| She thought of your son, |
| He cili vik is slidi, |
| Golden foot in the middle of the heart |
| She stabbed him, let him cramp, |
| Let chili shugu squeeze out. |
| Miser, miser… |
| Miser, miser… |
| Whirl, whirl, my letter, |
| You're the only one who knows how painful lipota is, |
| Rest, rest, my letter, |
| For you will see when you add up the accounts of life - |
| Miser, miser, |
| Just let go of misery. |