Mojca, Mojca - Crvena jabuka

U Ljubljanu na svirku

stigao sam vozom

na peronu guzva

ona je cekala

Dosadjivali su putem

klopom i lozom

sav sam se topio

pod njenim prstima

Rekla mi je slusaj mali moj Bosanac

djevojcici svojoj

daj sitno obecanje

Kulturan i fin

sad bices kao stranac

sad ko levac sto ga pale

cim predje preko grane

Tu noc u Riju

medju stanicnim

radnicama i vojnicima

castio sam nju

nekim uzasno bljutavim

Austrijskim vinima

Ref.

Mojca, Mojca

daj me poisti

jer to hocu dobit

aha, hajde bona

Mojca, Mojca

ja sam ko i ti

daj pridi da pri

tebi prespim

aha, misli ona

Saputala je njezno

mili moj Bosanac

ima nesto u tvojoj

prici o meraku

A ja k’o mezimac

sto mu fali lanac

te sam se noci

izgubio u mraku

Ljubljanskom mraku

Ref.

Mojca, Mojca

daj me poisti

Mojca, Mojca

ja sam ko i ti

In Ljubljana for a gig

I arrived by train

on the crowded platform

she waited

They were boring along the way

bite and vine

I melted all over

under her fingers

She told me to listen to my little Bosnian

to his little girl

make a small promise

Cultured and fine

now you will be like a stranger

now as a leftist who burns him

as soon as he crosses the branch

That night in Rio

among cellular

workers and soldiers

I honored her

to some terribly bland

Austrian wines

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Mojca, Mojca

let me know

because that's what I want to get

yeah, come on bona

Mojca, Mojca

I am like you

come on come on

I sleep for you

yeah, she thinks

She whispered softly

my dear Bosnian

there is something in yours

talk about merak

And I'm like a darling

that he lacks a chain

that night

lost in the dark

Ljubljana darkness

Ref.

Mojca, Mojca

let me know

Mojca, Mojca

I am like you