David Bowie - This Is Not America Превод текста
Nije ovo Amerika
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Nije ovo Amerika
Ša la la la
Tebe malo parče
Mali deo u meni
Umreće
(Ovo nije čudo)
Jerbo ovo nije Amerika
Procvat je ove godine izos'to
Obećaj da nećeš da buljiš pradugo
(Ovo nije Amerika)
Jerbo ovo nije čudo
Beše vremena
Oluja je tako neokaljana duvala
Najveće nebo to bi moglo biti
A ja za to jedva da ideju bi mog'o imati
Jer nije ovo Amerika
Ša la la la la
Ša la la la la
Ša la la la la
Nije to Amerika (Ne)
Nije to
Ša la la la la
Sneško Belić se od iznutri topi
Sokolove piruete dok ka zemlji piči
(Ovo mi na najveće nebo liči)
Furtom krvavo crveni oblaci sutrašnji
Tebe malo parče
Mali deo u meni
Umreće
(Ovo bi moglo čudo biti)
Jerbo ovo nije Amerika
Vremena bivalo je
Vetar zdravo mlad duvao je
Jer ovo bi moglo da bude nebo najveće
A ja o tome pojma nisam imo' ni najmanje
Jer nije ovo Amerika
Ša la la la
Ša la la la
Ša la la la
Nije to Amerika (Ne)
Nije to
Ša la la la la
Nije to Amerika (Ne)
Nije to
Nije to Amerika (Ne)
Nije to
Ša la la la la
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