Albüm:
Naposletku... (1996)
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Sırpça
Çeviri
İngilizce
Namćor
The Grump
I don't like
Anyone, dollface
That's my temper
Like a chimney, old and sooty
I puffed a lot of smoke out of me
I don't like
Aunties, uncles, in-laws, the neighbourhood
Hang them all,
Nothing good ever came from that lot
I don't like
Peddlers
Gypsy trumpeteers
Burek
Street urinators
I want my pretty town back
I don't like
Jeep drivers
Diesel
Boutique shoppers
Rest-resorts
Tamboura players
They shorten each song by at least a stanza
Damn them!
But I love you, and that's a fact
You are my one true love
I'll sell our little house
Even though it's grandpa's inheritance
I'd buy four wild steeds
So I could harness them to a cloud
And take you with me where nobody knows us
I don't like
When my underwear gets up my you-know-where
Those who worry about others' problems
Cherry pits in my strudle
I don't like
Backward people
Freebies
Tie-wearers
Hypochondriacs who fear
That they'll get cancer from all that thinking
I don't like
Bloodthirsty dogs and their masters
Littering on pavements
Thieves who try to break in through windows
I don't like
Those thugs who drive foreign cars
Know only half the alphabet
Moving their lips while they use pagers
Not only do I dislike, but frankly I'm also a bit disgusted by them
But I love you, and that's a fact
You are my one true love
I'll sell our little house
Even though it's grandpa's inheritance
I'd buy a boat with two oars
And wear that straw hat
And row us off to where nobody knows us
Oh, I also don't like
Schizos and the mentally ill
Who used to be allowed out on weekends
Now appear right in front of cameras
I don't like
All those lesbos, pardon me,
Psychics
Transvestites
I hope the Mrs. Men won't hold this against me
I don't like
Navy blue bow-ties on blue overcoats
6th Lika Proletarian Division
The public press
Hanky-panky in reality tv
I don't like
Elections
Television
Posters
Enough already, I beg you
It's a madhouse with a wide open door
Kindly check the lock?
But I love you, and that's a fact
You are my one true love
I'll sell our little house
Even though it's grandpa's inheritance
I'd buy a little sandy isle
With a little grove
Beneath which where no one knows us I can hide you
What's this, a solo? Ugh, I don't like solos.
Ah, it's that soprano saxophone! I especially despise them!
I don't like
Those who are restrained
Sober
Going jogging
They are the ones who will get a stroke
Though I'm not into overeating either
I don't like
That nowadays you only hear 'gimme!'
Either begging or lending
Damn, I never was demanding!
I don't like
Nerds
Perfect students
Black turtlenecks and cultists
I'm not partial to Tibet
Nor Burma
I don't like
The miserly
Intellectuals who importantly twiddle their thumbs
You can buy them for a glass of spritzer and a stew
That I personally don't find appetizing
But I love you, and that's a fact
You are my one true love
I'll sell our little house
Even though it's grandpa's inheritance
My heart has been split into two
Love is too great a burden
Even the fact that I love you...I don't like...

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