Draga, ne budi peder - Riblja Čorba

Uzimas svoju cetkicu za zube,

pomadu i kaladont

odlazis u sobu, ja sam u kujni,

predsoblje je front.

Cujem kako tamo otvaras ormane,

kupis svoje prnje,

tesim se da sve to nije tako crno,

a ne moze biti crnje.

O, draga, ne budi peder,

o, draga, ne budi peder.

Ako jos ima sta da se spasava,

nemoj da ides, ne budi sasava!

Polazis ka vratima, kljuc ti je u ruci,

neodlucan hod,

drzim ti palceve i navijam za tebe,

spustas torbu na pod.

You take your toothbrush,

lipstick and caladont

you go to the room, I'm in the kitchen,

the vestibule is the front.

I hear you open closets there,

buy your clothes,

I'm glad it's not all that black,

and cannot be blacker.

Oh, darling, don't be gay,

oh dear, don't be gay.

If there's anything left to save,

don't go, don't be silly!

You walk to the door, the key is in your hand,

indecisive move,

I'm holding your thumbs and cheering for you,

drop the bag on the floor.