Translation of the song lyrics Laku noć tebi zagrebe - Prljavo Kazaliste
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Laku noć tebi zagrebe , by - Prljavo Kazaliste. Song from the album XL world tour finale, stadion zagreb, in the genre Иностранный рок Release date: 05.05.2019 Record label: croatia Song language: Croatian
Laku noć tebi zagrebe
(original)
A, sad laku noć tebi, Zagrebe
Vama skitnice sve
Radi tebe smo prošli uvrede
Pa sad psujem za sebe
Nisi ti sad ništa bez nas
Tko ti je duša, srce, a i glas
Pa kad sve to znaš
Ne srami se sad nas
Sto koraka tu od Save
Ja gubim sve dane
I lažem samo radi vas
Da Zagreb voli nas
Odrasteš sad tu kraj Save
I čekaš bolje dane
Pa tješim sada sve vas
Da Zagreb voli nas
A, sad laku noć tebi, Zagrebe
Ne, ne budi k’o djevojka
Ti plešeš uvijek s krivim momcima
S finima, sa Tuškanca
Ne srami se sad naših cipela
Sa njih kaplje krv i blato predgrađa
Pa kad se svoj gospodi daš
Zadnji ples je valjda naš
Sto koraka tu od Save
Ja gubim sve dane
I lažem samo radi vas
Da Zagreb voli nas
Odrasteš sad tu kraj Save
I čekaš bolje dane
Pa tješim sada sve vas
Da Zagreb voli nas
I kad se toj gospodi daš
Zadnji ples je onda naš
Sto koraka tu od Save
Ja gubim sve dane
I lažem samo radi vas
Da Zagreb voli nas
Odrasteš sad tu kraj Save
I čekaš bolje dane
Pa tješim sada sve vas
Da Zagreb voli nas
A, sad laku noć tebi, Zagrebe
Vama skitnice sve
Da l' Zagreb voli nas
Da l' Zagreb voli nas
(translation)
And good night to you, Zagreb
You roam everything
We went through insults because of you
So now I swear to myself
You are nothing without us now
Who is your soul, heart, and voice
So when you know all that
Don't be ashamed of us now
One hundred steps from Sava
I lose all days
And I'm lying just for you
That Zagreb loves us
You grow up right next to the Sava
And you are waiting for better days
So I comfort you all now
That Zagreb loves us
And good night to you, Zagreb
No, don't be like a girl
You always dance with the wrong guys
With the fine ones, from Tuškanac
Don't be ashamed of our shoes now
Blood and mud of the suburbs are dripping from them