Bajaga I Instruktori - Dvadeseti Vek
Jednog jutra ispod moga prozora
desila se frka neopisiva
Znam da nisam spavo mada mi se malo zevalo
al cetri i po milijarde napolju je pevalo
Ne verujem, gledam, ustajem iz kreveta
Sve zvuci kao Betovenova Deveta
I ja ih pitam "Ljudi zar vam je do pevanja?"
A oni kazu "Jeste," bez oklevanja
I jos ih pitam "Dal je mozda neki vrlo vazan dan?"
A oni kazu "Nije, sto si dosadan"
[Refren]
Svi vojnici u rovovima
bas svi ludaci po krovovima
U avionu pevaju iz dosade
kapetan i clanovi posade
Lepotice pevaju u kadama
(U la la la la )
U horu vladari s vladama
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I niko ne peva na plejbek
iako je dvadeseti vek
Da sam hipik odseko bi kosu,
Da sam gangster javio bih bossu
Da sam vatra pusio bi se
da sam stao srusio bi se
da sam hladan ne bih se nerviro
da sam lova ja bi devalviro
da sam blizu javio bi se
da sam gnjurac udavio bi se.
[Refren]
Neverujem gledam ustajem iz kreveta
sve zvuci kao Betovenova Deveta
I ja ih pitam "Ljudi zar vam je do pevanja?"
A oni kazu "Jeste, bez oklevanja"
[Refren]
I svi pevaju
svi pevaju...
Bajaga I Instruktori - Twentieth Century (English translation)
One morning under my window
there was an indescribable fuss
I know I wasn't asleep, although I was yawning a bit
But there were four and a half billion people singing
I don't believe, I look and I get out of bed
It all sounds like Beethoven's Ninth Symphony
And I ask them "Do you people feel like singing?"
And they say "Yes." without hesitation
And then I ask "Is today a holiday of some kind?"
And they say "No, you are so boring"
[Chorus]
All the soldiers in the ditch
all the lunatics on the roofs
In the plane they sing because they are bored
The captain and the members of the crew
Beauties sing in their bathtubs
(U la la la la )
In the choir rulers with the rulers
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And no one is lip-singing
Although it is twentieth century
If I were a hippie I'd cut off my hair,
If I were a gangster I'd call my boss,
If I were fire I would smoke
If I were standing I would fall down
If I were dead I wouldn't be upset
If I were money I would devalue
If I were close I would answer
If I were a diver I would drown
[Chorus]
I don't believe, I look and I get out of bed
It all sounds like Beethoven's Ninth Symphony
And I ask them "Do you people feel like singing?"
And they say "Yes, without hesitation"
[Chorus]
And they all sing
Everyone sings...