Hladnokrvna Ubica - Jala, Buba Corelli

Za šankom sjedi ona, zovu je crna dama

Niko ne smije da priđe njoj, mala pleše sama

Da ljubav nije za nju njeno jedino pravilo

Kažu da je đavo slomio kalup kad ju je pravio

Stavila metak u šaržer

Nanišanila me sa distance

Pucala je pravo u srce

Nisam im’o ni šanse

Mala je hladnokrvna, hladnokrvna

Hladnokrvna ubica

Ona je hladnokrvna, hladnokrvna

Hladnokrvna ubica

Mala je hladnokrvna, hladnokrvna

Hladnokrvna ubica

Ona je hladnokrvna, hladnokrvna

Hladnokrvna ubica

Mala mami, al' je loša cura

Nije tip da je vodiš kući mami

Al' i onako se na loše furam

Kao da me ova roba loše radi

Veliki je grad, a mi ludi i mladi

Rekli bi da smo, al' idu nam dani

Nisam vidio vraga u tami

Bez svjetla u tami, zlo, iluminati

Znam da laže, ona ne zna da voli

Metak u šaržer puca, neka me boli

Neka me moji kunu, sve neka gori

Te mekane usne samo rekle bi:

«Vodi me dalje na greh»

U goloj vodi

Sa sebe svlači sve i baca po podu

U zraku mi je srce, a lijek ne postoji

Noći tu su, ujutru drugome odu

Rođena sa prokletima

Mami pokretima

Savršena k’o na portretima

Koža fina, mokra posteljina

Da si moja bila, sutra neka te on opet ima

Samo idi dalje

S cvijeta na cvijet, k’o leptir

K’o da imaš dar, samo znam, samo da

Bila si grijeh, al' za to krivit ću sebe, nije mi žao

Stavila metak u šaržer

Nanišanila me sa distance

Pucala je pravo u srce

Nisam im’o ni šanse

Mala je hladnokrvna, hladnokrvna

Hladnokrvna ubica

Ona je hladnokrvna, hladnokrvna

Hladnokrvna ubica

Mala je hladnokrvna, hladnokrvna

Hladnokrvna ubica

Ona je hladnokrvna, hladnokrvna

Hladnokrvna ubica

She sits at the bar, they call her the black lady

No one is allowed to approach her, the little one dances alone

That love is not her only rule

They say that the devil broke the mold when he was making it

Put a bullet in the magazine

She aimed at me from a distance

She shot straight to the heart

I didn't even have a chance

Mala is cold-blooded, cold-blooded

A cold-blooded killer

She is cold-blooded, cold-blooded

A cold-blooded killer

Mala is cold-blooded, cold-blooded

A cold-blooded killer

She is cold-blooded, cold-blooded

A cold-blooded killer

Little mom, but she's a bad girl

He's not the type to take her home to mom

But I'm having a bad time anyway

It's like this stuff is doing me a disservice

It's a big city, and we're crazy and young

They would say that we are, but our days are coming

I saw no devil in the darkness

No light in darkness, evil, illuminati

I know she's lying, she doesn't know she loves

The bullet in the magazine bursts, let it hurt me

Let me be cursed, let everything burn

Those soft lips would just say:

"Lead me further to sin"

In bare water

He takes off everything and throws it on the floor

My heart is in the air, and there is no cure

The nights are here, in the morning they are gone

Born with the curses

It lures with movements

Perfect as in portraits

Fine leather, wet bedding

If you were mine, let him have you again tomorrow

Just move on

From flower to flower, like a butterfly

As if you have a gift, I just know, just yes

You were a sin, but I'll blame myself for that, I'm not sorry

Put a bullet in the magazine

She aimed at me from a distance

She shot straight to the heart

I didn't even have a chance

Mala is cold-blooded, cold-blooded

A cold-blooded killer

She is cold-blooded, cold-blooded

A cold-blooded killer

Mala is cold-blooded, cold-blooded

A cold-blooded killer

She is cold-blooded, cold-blooded

A cold-blooded killer