Đorđe Balašević "Slabo divanim mađarski" lyrics

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Slabo divanim mađarski

Slabo divanim mađarskinešto maloi to s greškomtečno govorim rukamai perfektno se služim smeškom

Ali mađarski ne umemdaj nauči me 'leba tinisam mog'o da pomislimda će mi tol'ko trebati

Tvoje oči mastiljavecrne zrele višnje špansketvoje usne sladunjavekao rizling od berbe lanjske

Suva trava, sva šuškavakao žipon na nevestiali džabe pripovedamkada ne umem prevesti

Ma, di ćeš naći boljeg momkaza te parene budi smešna, draga timožeš doveka tragatial' nećeš naći nikogtako mi gitareko će te više voletii ko će lepše lagati

Slabo poznajem Sent Tomašali stignem do tvoje kućetiho zazvečkam šibicomsve se ponadam, možda ćućešali pendžeri mirujua te firange čipkanesamo vatru potpaljujutvojom ručicom pipkane

Ma, di ćeš naći boljeg momkaza te novceda ste mi sretnion i tija ću se odma' skloniti,al' me na svilen gajtan vežikao zvoncei samo cimni kad poželišja ću ti zazvoniti

Slabo divanim mađarskinešto malo, a i to maniučio sam iz čitankeal' sam ost'o na osmoj strani

Babe su me začaraleperom iz krila seliceali ti ćeš me rešitimoja medena 'čelice

Ma, di ćeš naći boljeg momkaza te parene budi luda, draga timožeš doveka tragatial' nećeš naći nikogtako mi gitareko će te više voletii ko će lepše lagati

Ma, di ćeš naći boljeg momkaza te novceda ste mi sretnion i tija ću se odma' sklonitial' me na svilen gajtan vežikao zvoncei samo cimni kad poželišja ću ti zazvoniti

I don't speak Hungarian very well

I don't speak Hungarian very wellOnly a little bitand what I do know is not correctI speak with my hands fluentlyand use my smile well

But I can't speak HungarianCome on teach me, for pity's sakeI never would have thoughtI would need to know it so much

Your ink-like eyeslike ripe, black Spanish cherriesyour sugary lipslike Riesling from last year's harvest

Dry grass, it's so noisylike a bride's petticoatbut what's the point in my preachingwhen I can't translate it for you

Oh, where will you find a better boyfriendfor this price?Don't be a fool, my dear youcould live for an eternityand never find anybodylike me guitarsWho will love you moreand who will lie to you as nicely

I don't really know St. Thomasbut I arrive at your housequietly snapping matchesand hope that maybe you'll hear mebut the windows are stilland those lace curtainsonly fire can set them alightyour hands

Oh, where will you find a better boyfriendfor this price?May you be happyhim and youI will move away immediatelybut tie me onto a silk threadlike a belland just pull when you wantand I will ring for you

I don't speak Hungarian very wellonly a little, and that little bitI learned in school booksthat I stopped reading by the eighth page

Old women bewitched mewith a feather from the wings of a migratory birdbut you will sort me outmy honey bee

Oh, where will you find a better boyfriendfor this price?Don't be silly, my dear youcould search for an eternityand never find anybodylike me guitarsWho will love you moreand who will lie to you as nicely

Oh, where will you find a better boyfriendfor this price?May you be happyhim and youI will move away immediatelybut tie me onto a silk threadlike a belland just pull when you wantand I will ring for you

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