100 Dinara - Maya Berović

Nije hrabar ko je lud, već ko noćas nema kud

A ja luda, ne znam gdje ću, kod koga, sem tebe nemam nikoga

Nije gluv ko ne čuje, već ko srcu vjeruje

Pa svaki otrov rađe od meda kuša i svoju pamet ne sluša

Na koljenima, došla sam

Na koljenima, odlazim

Na koljenima, moliću da se vratiš

Sto dinara, dodaj mi za taksi, dođavola trista nek' se nosim

Sto dinara, više i ne vrijedim kad, kad za ljubav prosim

Sto dinara, dodaj mi za taksi, na popustu su tvoje skupe greške

Sto dinara za noćas je dosta, sutra ću opet da ti dođem pješke

Nije grešan ko je kriv, već ko ne zna da je živ

I pusta druge da ga lažima smire, pa svako malo on umire

Nije slep ko ne vidi, već ko drugom zavidi

Od svojih bolesti taj boluje uvjek, jer pogrešan im daje lijek

Na koljenima, došla sam

Na koljenima, odlazim

Na koljenima, moliću da se vratiš

Sto dinara, dodaj mi za taksi, dođavola trista nek' se nosim

Sto dinara, više i ne vrijedim kad, kad za ljubav prosim

Sto dinara, dodaj mi za taksi, na popustu su tvoje skupe greške

Sto dinara za noćas je dosta, sutra ću opet da ti dođem pješke

Sto dinara, dodaj mi za taksi, dođavola trista nek' se nosim

Sto dinara, više i ne vrijedim kad, kad za ljubav prosim

Sto dinara, dodaj mi za taksi, na popustu su tvoje skupe greške

Sto dinara za noćas je dosta, sutra ću opet da ti dođem pješke

He is not brave who is crazy, but who has nowhere to go tonight

And I'm crazy, I don't know where I'm going, with whom, I don't have anyone but you

He who does not hear is not deaf, but he who believes in the heart

Well, he tastes every poison rather than honey and does not listen to his mind

On my knees, I came

On my knees, I'm leaving

On your knees, I beg you to return

One hundred dinars, give me a taxi, damn three hundred, let me go

One hundred dinars, I'm not worth more when, when I ask for love

One hundred dinars, give me a taxi, your expensive mistakes are at a discount

One hundred dinars for tonight is enough, tomorrow I will come to you on foot again

It is not sin who is guilty, but who does not know that he is alive

And he lets others calm him down with lies, so every now and then he dies

He is not blind who does not see, but who envies others

He always suffers from his illnesses, because he gives them the wrong medicine

On my knees, I came

On my knees, I'm leaving

On your knees, I beg you to return

One hundred dinars, give me a taxi, damn three hundred, let me go

One hundred dinars, I'm not worth more when, when I ask for love

One hundred dinars, give me a taxi, your expensive mistakes are at a discount

One hundred dinars for tonight is enough, tomorrow I will come to you on foot again

One hundred dinars, give me a taxi, damn three hundred, let me go

One hundred dinars, I'm not worth more when, when I ask for love

One hundred dinars, give me a taxi, your expensive mistakes are at a discount

One hundred dinars for tonight is enough, tomorrow I will come to you on foot again