Maroko Zemljo Obećana - Rambo Amadeus

Jedan moj drug ne mogu vam reć ime

Preko veze se ukrcao ko mali od palube na brod

Bog mu nije dao mnogo na izgled

Al ipak je pravedan, svakome da neki kvalitet

(uočićemo kasnije)

Na otvorenom moru poslije nekoliko dana

Posada iz priče ukapira da dotični još nije skinuo njufer

Odluče da mu u sledećoj luci u Maroku

Zajednički plate jednu dobru marokansku kurvu

Maroko!!!

Pošto je momak bio veoma stidljiv

Kad su mu priveli ribu, preminuo je od straha

Kabina mala, krevet tijesan

Al se mali od palube snašo iznenađujuće brzo

Od njegove jebačine treso se cijeli brod

Više nego od jakog maestrala koji je duvao to popodne

Mornari su se naizmenično gurali oko ključaonice

Da vide kako kurva lije suze radosnice

Ali iz Maroka se moralo dalje

Mornarski posao tako nalaže

Tužan je bio mali od palube

Njegovo srce je plutalo po talasima

Kao neka usamljena riba Poletuša

Posada ga uhvati u zajebanciju

Slijedeća luka bijaše Kardeljevo

Al dogovoriše se svi da mu se kaže

Kako se plovi nazad u Maroko

Uđoše u Kardeljevo luku

Mornar od iščekivanja slatkog

Ne obuzdava svoju desnicu ruku

Kad su stupili na tlo

Mornar pomisli

Ovo je veliki korak za mene a mali za čovječanstvo

Sagne se, poljubi zemlju i kaže

Maroko!!!

Maroko, zemljo obećana!!!

Maroko!!!

A ono Kardeljevo

One of my friends can't tell you the name

He boarded the ship as if small from the deck

God didn't give him much to look at

But it is still fair, give everyone some quality

(we'll see later)

On the high seas after a few days

The crew understands from the story that the person in question has not yet taken off his nose

They decide to visit him in the next port in Morocco

They pay one good Moroccan whore together

Morocco!!!

Because the guy was very shy

When the fish was brought to him, he died of fright

Small cabin, bed cramped

But the little one from the deck managed surprisingly fast

The whole ship shook from his fuck

More than the strong mistral that blew that afternoon

The sailors took turns pushing around the keyhole

To see the whore shed tears of joy

But we had to move on from Morocco

The naval business dictates so

Sad was the little one from the deck

His heart floated on the waves

Like some lonely Flying Fish

The crew caught him in the act

The next port was Kardeljevo

But everyone agreed to tell him

How to sail back to Morocco

They entered the port of Kardeljevo

A sailor of anticipation of the sweet

He does not restrain his right hand

When they stepped on the ground

The sailor thought

This is a big step for me and a small one for humanity

He bends down, kisses the ground and says

Morocco!!!

Morocco, the Promised Land !!!

Morocco!!!

And Kardelj's