Nemoj Da Kažeš Mome Dečku - Riblja Čorba

Zavrsila se rekreacija,

skocila je do kupatila.

— Nemoj da kazes mome decku,

rekla je kada se vratila.

Necu da kazem tvome decku

i nemoj da se osecas krivom,

nisam blesav da cackam mecku,

necu da kazem nikom zivom.

Kad prodje ova lepljiva romansa,

kad se ispiskis dobra vilo,

malo prafema i dezodoransa

i ko da nista nije ni bilo.

Cutacu, nemoj da se brines,

koga zanimaju moja dva metka?

Najbolje kuci da se skines,

pa mozes opet ispocetka.

Za nekih cirka 45 minuta,

ti jedva jednom, a ja cak dva puta,

uz malo guranja, rvanja i znoja,

bila si moja.

Recreation is over,

she jumped to the bathroom.

- Don't tell my boyfriend,

she said when she returned.

I don't want to tell your boyfriend

and don't feel guilty,

I'm not crazy about biting a bear,

I don't want to tell anyone alive.

When this sticky romance is over,

when you print a good fairy,

a little perfume and deodorant

and as if nothing had happened.

Shut up, don't worry,

who cares about my two bullets?

It's best to go home and undress,

so you can start over.

In about 45 minutes,

you barely once, and I even twice,

with a little pushing, wrestling and sweating,

you were mine.