Svetlana Miljuš - Bracna veza teža od poreza versuri traducere în engleză

Marriage is harder than taxes

My mother decided to wed me
So she gave me countless occupations to choose from
So I can get married and settle down
And to get rid of my worries
 
For a doctor
With a doctor there's lots of medicine
But his woman is short lived
Through his stethoscope
He listens to the heart of teen girls
 
For a blacksmith
A blacksmith hammers nails
And that is greatly heard
The noise is heard far away
Of the girls he makes shout
 
For a fisherman
He always steps in water
His woman he seldom watches
His underpants are always wet
And for dinner he never knows what he wants
 
For a hairdresser
He lathers other women with soap
And always lies to his own
With his cologne he sprays away
And that fools other women
 
For a tradesman
If I choose a tradesman
I have clothes and I have money
His thumb is thick though
Oh dear mother, what do I have there
 
For a (folk) shoe maker
He weaves and crotches (folk) shoes
He never has money mother
Will I have faith in him
When everyone takes their share?
 
Firefighter...
With his women there's always fire
A fire that he considers only a spark
He lights one up, and puts the other out
With a guy like that, you don't know whose you are
 
And a director
His house just advances
Like his work
It just keeps going
So others just drive his woman to work
 
And a teacher
Education is thin ice
So he doesn't make enough not even for onions
Prepare 100 packages mother
Or look for a new son in law
 
And a server
Server's are full of good manners
His word is worth millions
He always says it'll come tomorrow
So I always wait every day
 
For a farmer
Don't tell me about farmers
That fate isn't easy
He always thinks of hybrids
And never goes from the field
 
For a drywaller
He plasters walls up high
And throws his glance at others
If these women were at least attractive
I'd be up there looking too
 
For a painter
All his earnings he drinks
And then hides away at others
He paints and dyes his woman
As another weaves his hat
 
For a lime worker
His gutters are crooked everywhere
So he always lives with a crisis
Whenever a pretty woman comes by
He shoves his own in the gutters
 
For a chauffeur
When he reaches for his blinker
He finds a girl beneath his hand
And in going fast he makes a mistake
And finds himself in a mess
 
For a bartender
3+5 is 28
I don't know who I am with him
When I lay with him in bed
He tells me that 0 is 9
 
For a tablemaker
In the cafe he chases fog
And his home doesn't have a door
Always messing up peoples stuff
So his woman waits an era
 
For a shoeshiner
With him it's always crooked
And he drinks everything by the kg
He drinks at night, naps at day
That's why he never has money
 
For a locksmith
He would be a real master
If he ever put his key in the lock
But there are master-keys in this world
So his woman takes one of them
 
For a sewer
He's always pricking something
And always nagging his woman
His machine is always going
His woman never gets a word in
 
Mom, I like my freedom now
Just like a fisherman only likes water
I don't need marriage mother
Because it's always harder than taxes
 


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