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Antonia

This is the story of my friend Antonia
A real pirate of love
Who used to bite the heart out
Of every girl she met
 
One day strolling along the harbour
She stumbled upon a brunette
Who with a whip of her hair
Left Antonia without sense
 
And she said yea, yepa, yea, take it!
A pim pam pim pam pum, oh God!
And Antonia, that hungry shark
Was left aimless and hopeless
 
My friend Antonia, since that encounter
Lost all her sense and her reason
The poker of life was at stake
And she was missing the ace of her heart
 
And she said yea, yepa, yea, take it!
A pim pam pim pam pum, oh God!
And Antonia sailing adrift
Let go the sails and left the helm
 
[Instrumental with vocals]
 
There was Antonia wrapped in her torment
Following the brunette, what an obsession!
The poker of life was at stake
And the ace of her heart was missing
 
And she said yea, yepa, yea, take it!
A pim pam pim pam pum, oh God!
The poker of life was at stake
And she was missing the ace of her heart
 
Be careful, Antonia
Not everything is as it seems
Life is turned upside down
 
Be careful, Antonia
Not everything is as it seems
Life turns upside down
 
Be careful, Antonia
Not everything is as it seems
Life turns upside down
 
Be careful Antonia
Not everything is as it seems
Life turns upside down
 
Life turns upside down
Life turns upside down
 
Antonia! (You've been caught)
 

Четири јахача мула*

Од четири јахача на мулама
од четири јахача мула/мазги/
од четири јахача мула, мајко моја
што на реку иду, што на реку иду
 
Онај са мулом шареном*
онај са мулом шареном
онај са мулом шареном, мајко моја
је мој муж, који је мој муж’
 
Ох! да погрешила сам’
oх! да погрешила сам’
јер онај са мулом шареном, мамице моја
није мој муж, он ми је зет !
 

Caresses of salt

His voice trembled,
his voice trembled
the compass of his heart
changed.
 
And even though he denied it
This one laughed without blinking
he swallowed tears,
he swallowed tears.
 
Lies that are
a hint of sorrow
salt of grass that
goes through his lips.
 
Lies that are
fine like sand
that without intentions,
without bad intentions
he raises while walking.
 
Of the flower the root
of the sea the salt
of the blue sky a grey cloud
from the beginning to the end
 
Of the flower the root
of the this the that
from passion just a slip-up
from the wall the chalk.
 
Like foam they are
with the waves they play
caresses of salt
scratches without more.
 
Like foam they are
and they flutter about
until at the end
the sea swallows them,
the sea swallows them.