Lyrics of Krivolov - Who See

Krivolov (original)

Ja sam lovac Luka, dvije rakije sam stuka'
Da tamanim 'tice lakše, s manje muka
Nanišanim lijepo, ne drhti mi ruka
Krećem se kroz šumu i po nekih čuka
Vabilica radi, a ptica bude glupa
Izrešetam jato, pa to onda skupljam
U tu svrhu, ponekad, povedem i druga
Dva’es kila peradi lovimo iz cuga
Ja sam prepelica, selica sam ptica
Preletim ti preko brda i ravnica
Perspektiva ptičja, prelijepa je slika
Spuštim se da kljucnem malo sjemenkica
Bobica, crvića… Po žbunova se viđam
Sa plastičnim rođakom koji ne priča
Okolo se šuška, viri cijev iz lišća
Nišani me puška i obruč se stiska
Opalim iz puške — 'tičice baj, baj
Što to činiš, čoč, al' ti nije ža'
Zaštićena vrsta 'tice mi j na nišan'
Goniće te zakon ako se sazna
Opalim iz puške — 'tičice baj, baj
Što to činiš, čoče, al' ti nije ža'
Zaštićena vrsta 'tice mi je na nišan'
Čekaj malo šefe, koji ti je vrag
Vidim dolje selo k’o svoju trpezu
Doručak i ručak, užinu i mezu
I da sam ja jelo nekome bilmezu
Što je kao zamku postavio mrežu
Tuda sam zamica' kad me lovila ta zlica
Bježala je sa mnom drugarica jarebica
A sve radi vabilica i mrežica i žica
Krijemo se sad iza jednoga kokošinjca
Kroz durbin vidim fino, pa rijetko profulam
Mogućnost 'tici da pretekne svedena na nula
Onda selfi opalim, od sreće vičem ura!
'ticu prepariram ili napravim gulaš
Tako dosta puta i ne zaobiđu me
Neke vrste što su zakonom zaštićene
Vabilicom prizvane, lagano uhićene
Ovo zovu KRIVOLOV, no to ne dotiče me
Opalim iz puške — 'tičice baj, baj
Što to činiš, čoče, al' ti nije ža'
Zaštićena vrsta 'tice mi je na nišan'
Goniće te zakon ako se sazna
Opalim iz puške — 'tičice baj, baj
Što to činiš, čoče, al' ti nije ža'
Zaštićena vrsta 'tice mi je na nišan'
Čekaj malo šefe, koji ti je vrag

(translation)

I'm a hunter Luka, two brandies is enough'
Yes, it will be easier, with less trouble
I aim well, my hand does not tremble
I move through the forest and pick up some chukkas
The decoy works, and the bird is dumb
I sift the flock, and then I collect it
For this purpose, I sometimes bring a friend
We hunt two kilos of poultry from the wine cellar
I am a quail, a migratory bird
I fly you over hills and plains
A bird's eye view is a beautiful picture
I reach down to peck some seeds
A berry, a worm... I see you on the bushes
With a plastic cousin who doesn't talk
There is rustling around, a pipe sticking out of the leaves
The rifle is aiming at me and the hoop is tightening
I fire from a rifle — 'tičice bye, bye
What are you doing, dude, but you don't mind
Protected species 'tice mi j na nišan'
You will be prosecuted by the law if found out
I fire from a rifle — 'tičice bye, bye
What are you doing, man, but you don't mind
Protected species 'I'm in the crosshairs'
Wait a minute boss, what the hell is wrong with you
I see the village below as my table
Breakfast and lunch, snack and mezu
And if I were to eat someone, I wouldn't know
Which has set a net as a trap
I was trapped there when that evil hunted me
My friend, the partridge, was running away with me
And everything is done by lure and net and wire
We are now hiding behind a chicken coop
I can see fine through the binoculars, so I rarely miss
The possibility of overtaking is reduced to zero
Then I take a selfie, I shout hooray from happiness!
I am preparing or making a stew
So many times and they don't bypass me
Some species that are protected by law
Summoned by a lure, lightly arrested
They call this PURCHASING, but it doesn't concern me
I fire from a rifle — 'tičice bye, bye
What are you doing, man, but you don't mind
Protected species 'I'm in the crosshairs'
You will be prosecuted by the law if found out
I fire from a rifle — 'tičice bye, bye
What are you doing, man, but you don't mind
Protected species 'I'm in the crosshairs'
Wait a minute boss, what the hell is wrong with you