Zabranjeno Pušenje - Yugo 45 | Текст песни

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Kazu da su cuda svijeta
piramide Africke
kazu da su cuda svijeta
velike rijeke Indije

Al' nijedno cudo nije
bilo ravno onome
kad je stari uparkir'o
u bascu Jugu 45

Skupio se sav komsiluk
i pola rodbine
ono pola nije moglo
nije moglo od muke

Stara napravila mezu
ispekla 'urmasice
stari otis'o u granap
po jos logistike

Ref.
Bilo je to dobro vrijeme
sve na kredit, sve za raju, jarane
u auto naspi corbe
pa u Trst po farmerke

Bilo je to dobro vrijeme
te na izlet, te malo na more
u kuci puno smijeha
u basci Jugo 45

Vozio komsija Franjo
da proda jabuke
vozio komsija Momo
da mu zenu porode

Vozio ga dajdza Mirso
kad je is'o u kurvaluke
vozio ga malo i ja
kad bi mazn'o kljuceve

Ref.

Virio sam jedno vece
iz basce cuo glasove
Momo, Franjo, dajdza Mirso
nesto tiho govore, onda pruzise si ruke

Na komsiju se ne moze
onda popise po jednu i razgulise
izgledao je bas mali to vece
nas Jugo 45

Pobjegli smo jednog jutra
s dvije kese najlonske
prvo malo Lenjinovom
pa preko Ljubljanske

Danas nam je mnogo bolje
novi grad i novi stan
stari nam je postao fora
kantonalni ministar

Ali meni je u glavi
uvijek ista slika, isti fles
stara kuca, mala basca
i u njoj Jugo 45

Ali meni je u glavi
uvijek ista slika, isti fles
stara kuca, mala basca
i Jugo 45

They say that the miracles of the world
are African pyramids
They say that the miracles of the world
are great rivers of India

But there was no miracle
like a miracle
when my old dad parked
Yugo 45 in our yard

The whole neighbourhood gathered
together with a half of relatives
The other half couldn't come
couldn't come because of envy

My old mom cooked some food
and baked traditional cakes
my old dad went to the store
to get some more "logistics"

Chorus:
It was a good time
everything on credit, everything for the folk and friends
pour some soup in your car
and go to Trieste to buy some jeans

It was a good time
going on picnics and the seaside
lots of laugh in the house
Yugo 45 in the yard

Neighbour Franjo was driving it
to sell his apples
neighbour Momo was driving it
to deliver his wife in the hospital

Uncle Mirso was driving it
when he was going to fuck with whores
I was also driving it
if I managed to steal the keys

Chorus

One night I was peeking
I heard voices from the yard
Momo, Franjo and uncle Mirso
were talking quietly

You can't hit your neighbour,
so they drank one shot and split up
That night it looked so small,
our Yugo 45

We escaped one morning
with two nylon bags
first we were driving by the Lenin's Street
and then by the Street of Ljubljana

Today we live much better
new city and new apartment
our old dad made it big
he is a minister of our canton

But in my head
there is always the same picture, the same flash-back
old house, little yard
and Yugo 45 parked there

But in my head
there is always the same picture, the same flash-back
old house, little yard
and Yugo 45

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