Arsen Dedic — Balada O Parkingu song lyrics and translation

The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Balada O Parkingu" by Arsen Dedic.

Lyrics

Dobro znam koliko gubim,
Ali morao sam da biram,
Pitanje je: Da te ljubim
Il' da nekako parkiram?
Jasno, draga, ti si prava,
Druge odu, druge lažu,
Pored mene takva spava,
Dao sam te za garažu.
Zaboravljam prijatelje,
Ostat će mi malo, ništa.
Polako nas vrijeme melje,
Svi smo bez parkirališta.
Spleo sam se sa ološem,
Žurim tamo, danju, noću,
Kao ludim krilom nošen,
Jer parkiram kako hoću.
Ja ne trebam ljude manje,
Samo to me od njih tjera —
Zabranjeno parkiranje
I ulica jednog smjera.
Za kavanom svojom žalim,
Navikama starim zbogom,
Ostao bih s vama, ali
Mene vuče prednji pogon.
Maknešli se sa svog mjesta
Zauvijek će drugi stat,
Tebe opet čeka cesta,
Na parkingu kuca sat.
Letim sam nad planom grada,
Vozilo jošdobro služi
Ali mjestu se ne nadam,
Zagrebom ko uklet kružim.
Maknešli se sa svog mjesta
Zauvijek će drugi stat,
Tebe opet čeka cesta,
Na parkingu kuca sat.
Letim sam nad planom grada,
Vozilo jošdobro služi
Ali mjestu se ne nadam,
Zagrebom ko uklet kružim.

Lyrics translation

I know very well how much I'm losing,
But I had to choose,
The question is to love you
Can I Park?
Of course, honey, you're real.,
Others leave, others lie,
Next to me such a dream,
I put you in the garage.
I forget my friends,
I won't stay long, nothing.
Slowly time melts us,
We are all without Parking.
I tripped over my ass,
I'm in a hurry, day or night,
Like crazy wing wear,
Because I Park as I please.
I don't need less people,
It's the only thing that makes me —
Parking is not allowed
And the street on one side.
I'm sorry for the coffee shop,
Old habits goodbye,
I would stay with you, but
I'm drawn forward.
Step away from your seat.
There will always be a second stat,
The road is waiting for you again,
The clock is ticking in the Parking lot.
I fly alone over the city plan,
The car is still well maintained
But I don't hope for a place,
In Zagreb, as I am cursed around.
Step away from your seat.
There will always be a second stat,
The road is waiting for you again,
The clock is ticking in the Parking lot.
I fly alone over the city plan,
The car is still well maintained
But I don't hope for a place,
In Zagreb, as I am cursed around.