Lyrics of Pevač - Riblja Čorba

Pevač (original)

Sedi pevac nekad cuven
Mrtav pijan sav naduven
I drogiran i slogiran
Case prazni i bulazni
Samo loce i toroce
Kaze bice nove ploce
U konzervi na pijaci
Sede samo manijaci
Lezi pevac ispod stola
Tela punog alkohola
On je bio ime slavno
Ali to je bilo davno
Kada pevac pusti glasa
Strasan dasa urla masa
On je bio svetska klasa
Sad je korak od uzasa
Bese oran i uporan
Ali sad je vec umoran
Kosa mu je proredjena
Sujeta mu povredjena
To sto sedi medju sljamom
Smeta cak i njemu samom
Vidi bivseg sampiona
Upisanih pantalona
Sedi pevac u kafani
Dani su mu odbrojani
Kad je jednog dana ust’o
U momentu je posust’o
I na patos se srusio
I tako je popusio
Svi su bili na sahrani,
Pevac nije u kafani
Objavila Politika
Brdo slika pokojnika
Dobio je celu stranu
Al' ne moze u kafanu
Al' ne moze u kafanu

(translation)

Sitting singer once famous
Dead drunk all bloated
Both drugged and slogged
Cases empty and bullying
Just loce and toroce
He says there will be new records
In a can at the market
Only maniacs are sitting
The singer is lying under the table
Bodies full of alcohol
He was a glorious name
But that was a long time ago
When the singer lets out a voice
Passionate dasa screams mass
He was world class
Now is a step of horror
He was plowed and persistent
But now he's tired
His hair is thinning
His vanity hurt
That sitting among the straw
It bothers even him
Look at the former champion
Inscribed pants
The singer is sitting in a tavern
His days are numbered
When he got up one day
He died in an instant
And he collapsed on the floor
And so he smoked
Everyone was at the funeral,
The singer is not in the bar
Published by Politika
A hill of pictures of the deceased
He got the whole page
But he can't go to the bar
But he can't go to the bar