In Vivo "Akcent" lyrics

Translation to: EN DE RU

Volim tvoj akcent,
Od njega srce mi skace,
Tika taka bum bum,
Tika taka bum bum,

Na nosu stoje Versace,
Suknja ne moze krace,
Stvorena za bum bum,
Ti si stvorena za bum bum.

Pada, pada, pada, pada, pada, mrak,
Reci koji si ti podznak koji znak,
Dize, dize, dize, dize mi se tlak,
Dok me gledas sa tim divljim ocima.

Mnoge su mi davale na parkinzima Avale,
Nocu nisu spavale, pa porukama smarale,
Mozda si ti nesto drugo,
Mirises na Amouage,
Skini sve sa sebe brzo, pokazi mi sta znas.

A ona sanja da rodice mi sina jednog dana,
Da zivece u vili iznad grada,
Da ce joj zivot biti top i sta god da radim ona nece reci stop.
Jer ona sanja daleke zemlje skupa putovanja,
Ibica, Nica, Kapri, letovanja,
Da ce joj zivot biti top i sta god da radim ona nece reci stop.

Volim tvoj akcent,
Od njega srce mi skace,
Tika taka bum bum,
Tika taka bum bum,

Na nosu stoje Versace,
Suknja ne moze krace,
Stvorena za bum bum,
Ti si stvorena za bum bum.

Eeee, ti i ja na krovu sveta,
Eeee, igraj kao striptizeta,
Eee,e,e, hocu da te zapamtim,
Eee,e,e, a nju da zaboravim.

U ovo kasno gluvo doba,
Uzdasi lome zidove, zbog nje, zbog nje, zbog nje,
Ovaj krevet, ova soba, sta se tu desi, tu i ostaje.

A ona sanja, da rodice mi sina jednog dana,
Da zivece u vili iznad grada,
Da ce joj zivot biti top i sta god da radim ona nece reci stop.

Jer ona sanja, daleke zemlje skupa putovanja,
Ibica, Nica, Kapri, letovanja,
Da ce joj zivot biti top i sta god da radim ona nece reci stop.

Volim tvoj akcent,
Od njega srce mi skace,
Tika taka bum bum,
Tika taka bum bum,

Na nosu stoje Versace,
Suknja ne moze krace,
Stvorena za bum bum,
Ti si stvorena za bum bum.

Volim tvoj akcent, (sta god da joj radim)
Od njega srce mi skace, (sta god da joj radim)
Tika taka bum bum, (sta god da joj radim)
Tika taka bum bum, (sta god da joj radim)
Na nosu stoje Versace, (sta god da joj radim)
Suknja ne moze krace, (sta god da joj radim)
Stvorena za bum bum, (sta god da joj radim)
Ti si stvorena za bum bum. (sta god da joj radim)

I like your accent,
My heart beats faster because of it,
Tic tac boom boom,
Tic tac boom boom

There's Versace on the nose
The skirt can't get any shorter,
Created for boom boom,
You are created for boom boom.

It's getting, getting, getting, getting dark,
Tell me what zodiac sign and ascendant you are,
My blood pressure is rising, rising, rising, rising,
As you look at me with those wild eyes.

Many gave me themselves on the parking lots of Avala,
They hadn't sleep at night, so they bothered me with messages
Maybe you are something else,
You smell like Amouage,
Undress fast, show me what you know.

She dreams of giving birth to my son one day,
Of living in a villa above the city,
Of having a "tops" life and whatever I do she won't say stop.
Because she dreams of faraway countries, expensive trips,
Ibiza, Nice, Capri, vacations,
Of having a "tops" life and whatever I do she won't say stop.

I like your accent,
My heart beats faster because of it,
Tic tac boom boom,
Tic tac boom boom

There's Versace on the nose
The skirt can't get any shorter,
Created for boom boom,
You are created for boom boom.

Eee, you and I on the roof of the world,
Eee, dance like a stripper,
Eee,e,e, I want to remember you,
Eee,e,e, and to forget her.

In this late night,
Sighs break the walls, because of her, because of her, because of her,
This bed, this room, whatever happens here, stays here.

She dreams of giving birth to my son one day,
Of living in a villa above the city,
Of having a "tops" life and whatever I do she won't say stop.

Because she dreams of faraway countries, expensive trips,
Ibiza, Nice, Capri, vacations,
Of having a "tops" life and whatever I do she won't say stop.

I like your accent,
My heart beats faster because of it,
Tic tac boom boom,
Tic tac boom boom

There's Versace on the nose
The skirt can't get any shorter,
Created for boom boom,
You are created for boom boom.

I like your accent (whatever I do to her)
My heart beats faster because of it (whatever I do to her)
Tic tac boom boom (whatever I do to her)
Tic tac boom boom (whatever I do to her)
There's Versace on the nose (whatever I do to her)
The skirt can't get any shorter (whatever I do to her)
Created for boom boom (whatever I do to her)
You are created for boom boom (whatever I do to her)