Đorđe Balašević "Citron Pesma" lyrics

Citron Pesma

Joj, da je meni da za čarobnjaka izučim,cilinder nabavim i zabavim se sa tom magijom.Iz rukava bele zecove da izručim,a tebe mlatnem štapićom, onako, k'o oklagijom.

E, kada nećeš mirnim putomdobićeš čarobnim prutom,da se sludiš i već jednom zaljubiš.

REF:Kad neće mali anđelisrediće mali đavolida mene Lenka na posletku zavoli.Sve ono pati i sanja,prolazi kroz razna stanja,e, pa ljubav mora i da zaboli!

Joj, da je meni da se šnajderaju naučim,mašinu poteram i doteram moj sako somotan.Pa te sačekam za ćoškom i opaučim,pa te smotam, jedan, dva, pod taj sako komotan.

E, kada nećeš mirnim putom,okončaćeš pod kaputom.Kada nećeš gradski i demokratski!

Ref.

Joj, da je meni ona žuta farba drečava,kada je oblačno i mračno a ja mal'ko nabaren.Pa da prođem tvojom tarabom k'o mećavai metnem grafit erotski, za to sam, kažu, nadaren.

E, kada nećeš mirnim putom,primoran sam citron žutomda ti svoje emocije otkrijem.

Ref. x2

Jao što tebi mjauče ta gitara, jao!

The citrus song

If I could only study to be a wizard,To get a cylinder and have fun with that magic,To pull white rabbits out of my sleeves,And to whack you with that wand as I would with a rolling pin.Eh when you don’t want it to be civil, I’ll have to try with a magic rodTo make you confused and fall in love already.

Chorus:When the small angels won’t, the small devils will fix itFor Lenka to eventually fall in love with me..Everything’s suffering and dreaming, going through various phases.Eh love has to hurt as well.

If I could learn how to sow,Start the machine and fix my velvet suit.Then wait for you around a corner and punch you,Then roll you up - one, two, - under that comfy suit.Eh when you don’t want it to be civil, I’m forced to try with the velvet suit,When you don’t want it to be civil and democratic!

Chorus:When the small angels won’t, the small devils will fix itFor Lenka to eventually fall in love with me..Everything’s suffering and dreaming, going through various phases.Eh love has to hurt as well.

If I had that fluro yellow paint,When it’s cloudy and darkTo go through your streets like a blizzard,And draw an erotic graffiti, they say I’m talented for it.Eh when you don’t want it to be civil, I’m forced to try with citrus yellowTo expose all my emotions to you.

Chorus: 2xWhen the small angels won’t, the small devils will fix itFor Lenka to eventually fall in love with me..Everything’s suffering and dreaming, going through various phases.Eh love has to hurt as well.

That guitar of yours meows!