Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vrijeme teče, artist - Rambo Amadeus. Date of issue: 09.10.1991
Song language: Croatian
Vrijeme teče(original) |
| Rekoše, me oženiti |
| To rekoše, pa slagaše |
| Godine kurcu prolaze |
| A ja još nisam nikad jebo |
| Ne dozvoli sudbo kleta |
| Suva kurca da idem na nebo |
| E baš sam tako u mladosti pjevo |
| Reko sebi 17-a u guzicu evo |
| I da kojim slučajem koza nosi mudante il gaće |
| Za intimni izgled žene znanje bilo bi mi kraće |
| Stanje neprijatno |
| Čovjek s mosta da se baci |
| Najgore je bilo šta će kazati vršnjaci |
| Recitovah: vjetar duva muda mi se klate… |
| Da se ne izražavam, nastavak stiha sami znate |
| Sudbom kletom onanovom život mi je prijetio |
| Kad jedan stari ribar baš to je primjetio |
| Reče — moraš moje instrukcije da kušaš |
| Ako želiš slatke pičkice da kušaš |
| Nađi bijelu maramicu kući u ormaru |
| Pa s njom vaser hermetički |
| Zamotaj ašik cigaru |
| A na vrhu ostavi prst debelu bužu |
| Da moš nonšalantno vršit malu nuždu |
| Voda nek te ne dovata jedno 15 dana |
| Dok se na maramicu od salamure ne obrazuje ikebana |
| Kak’a ikebana? |
| Banana ikebana! |
| Onda se okupaj, namiriši, odjelo obuci |
| Onu maramicu samo opeglaj |
| U džep od sakoa zavuci |
| Pravac hotel Topla, nekoj držecoj migni |
| Priđi joj sirvuple i odma je za ples digni |
| Ponašaj se kao mačo, mačo ka tardačo |
| Prisloni joj surlu na maramicu tačno |
| Kad osjeti kako jeboš sa maramice vrišti |
| Ka lipicaner ima da skoči i zanjišti |
| Odma je vodi gore kod nje u sobu |
| S vrata kreni da joj guliš garderobu |
| Ako je jača, spotakni je i gurni na jorgan |
| Dijalektički joj pokaži seksualni organ |
| Primjetit ćeš kod nje jedno udubljenje |
| Tačno đe je tebi tvoje ispupčenje |
| A onda logično kompletiraj figuru |
| I pazi kako gađaš da ne pogodis u bulju |
| Uradim ti brajko po upustvu tačno |
| Ona maramica smrđela je tako reći mračno |
| Nisam se kup’o svih 15 dana |
| 15 dana mediterana… |
| Namontiram pravac hotel, spazih držeću iz Belgije babu |
| Lijevom sam joj mahno, desnom nalakćen na hotelsku tarabu |
| Dok je grupa svirala «Sokolov greben», pa «Uvelo lišće» |
| Primjetio sam da baš baba mene za ples išće |
| Priš'o sam joj, u pikslu ugasio cigaru |
| Što se prazna sjajila na njenom astalu |
| Digo sam je u redu na ples, stego oko struka |
| Reče mi da je večerala boraniju i da joj je od stezanja muka |
| U namjeri da joj na ikebanu prislonim glavu |
| Privukoh je za kosu i doživjeh užas, stravu |
| Gleda me baba prestravljenog lica |
| U mojoj ruci perika, u mom oku ćelavica |
| Zatvaraj radnju majstor Fero |
| Bit će gusto, sklanjaj se |
| Eskadrila od 16 komaraca lokalaca |
| Specijalizovanih za znojave ćele od stranaca |
| Dejstvovali su nervozom i napunili glavu |
| Začas se fina gospođa pretvori u kravu |
| Džaba sam konobarima objašnjavo — ljudi |
| Ljudi, apsolutno nije moja krivica |
| Na kraju je bilo bjež'te noge |
| Bjež'te noge, posra vas guzica |
| Godine kurcu prolaze |
| A ja još nisam nikad jebo |
| Ne dozvoli sudbo kleta |
| Suva kurca da idem na nebo |
| Rambo, koji ti je kurac |
| Mislim, nema teorije to da ti objavi neko |
| Moraš da smisliš neku kulturniju verziju, čoveče božji |
| Nema šansi ovako |
| Godine kurcu prolaze |
| A ja još nisam nikad jebo |
| Ne dozvoli sudbo kleta |
| Suvog kurca da idem na nebo |
| Godine kurcu prolaze |
| A ja još nisam nikad jebo |
| Ne dozvoli sudbo kleta |
| Gladan pičke da idem na nebo |
| (translation) |
| They said marry me |
| He said that, and he lied |
| The years go by |
| And I've never fucked before |
| Don't let the fate of the curse |
| Dry dick to go to heaven |
| That's exactly how I sang in my youth |
| I said to myself 17th in the ass here |
| And that by some chance the goat wears mudante or underpants |
| For an intimate look of a woman, knowledge would be shorter for me |
| The situation is uncomfortable |
| The man from the bridge to throw |
| The worst was what my peers would say |
| I recited: the wind blows my balls are swaying… |
| Not to mention, you know the continuation of the verse |
| My life was threatened by the fate of the damned Onan |
| When an old fisherman noticed just that |
| He said - you have to try my instructions |
| If you want sweet pussies to taste |
| Find a white handkerchief at home in the closet |
| Well with her vaser hermetically |
| Wrap an ashik cigar |
| And on top of that, leave a finger of thick fat |
| That you can defecate nonchalantly |
| Don't let the water supply you for 15 days |
| Until an ikebana is formed on a brim handkerchief |
| What about ikebana? |
| Banana ikebana! |
| Then take a bath, smell it, put on a suit |
| Just iron that handkerchief |
| Put it in your jacket pocket |
| Direction hotel Topla, to some holding a wink |
| Approach her sirvuple and pick her up immediately for the dance |
| Act like a macho, macho to tardacho |
| Put the trunk on her handkerchief exactly |
| When he feels you fucking from the handkerchief he screams |
| Ka Lipizzaner has to jump and whine |
| He immediately leads her upstairs to her room |
| Go out the door to strip her wardrobe |
| If it is stronger, trip it up and push it onto the quilt |
| Dialectically show her the sexual organ |
| You will notice a dent in her |
| Your bulge is right for you |
| And then logically complete the figure |
| And be careful how you shoot so you don't hit your ass |
| I did your marriage according to the instructions exactly |
| That handkerchief smelled so to speak dark |
| I haven't bathed in 15 days |
| 15 days of the Mediterranean… |
| I'm setting up the direction of the hotel, I saw a grandmother from Belgium |
| I waved to her with my left hand, leaning on the hotel bar with my right |
| While the group played "Falcon's Reef", then "Uvelo lišće" |
| I noticed that my grandmother was looking for me to dance |
| I approached her, put out a cigar in a pixel |
| What an empty glow on her astal |
| I lifted her in line to dance, tightening around her waist |
| She told me that she had eaten green beans and that she was sick of squeezing |
| Intending to rest my head on the ikebana |
| I pulled her by the hair and experienced horror, horror |
| A grandmother looks at me in horror |
| A wig in my hand, baldness in my eye |
| Close the shop, Master Fero |
| It will be thick, get away |
| A squadron of 16 local mosquitoes |
| Specialized in sweating cells from foreigners |
| They acted nervous and filled their heads |
| In an instant the fine lady turned into a cow |
| I explained to the waiters in vain - people |
| Folks, it's absolutely not my fault |
| In the end, it was a run-off |
| Run your legs, shit your ass |
| The years go by |
| And I've never fucked before |
| Don't let the fate of the curse |
| Dry dick to go to heaven |
| Rambo, what the fuck is wrong with you |
| I mean, there's no way anyone can tell you that |
| You have to come up with a more cultural version, man |
| No way like this |
| The years go by |
| And I've never fucked before |
| Don't let the fate of the curse |
| Dry dick to go to heaven |
| The years go by |
| And I've never fucked before |
| Don't let the fate of the curse |
| Hungry pussy to go to heaven |