Lege'da o Gedi Gluperdi [English translation]

This is a story I don't like to tell...

It is a story about an antichrist and a squanderer

known as Geda, who inherited lots of land

from his late uncle, and wasted all of it...

It has happened before

that somebody squandered and shattered the land...

But that somebody shattered our land

this we have never seen...

So us from the family started to think about it

and put fingers on our foreheads*

although, there were suggestions to put something on Geda's forehead,

but they didn't pass...

I mean, I'm not over them yet

CHORUS:

Geda, you stupid,

You wasted all the land

You squandered everything... Shame on you

Geda, you drunkard...

Once Geda went to a fair

He rode a bullock for a bet

Since he fell down from that bullock

his mouth is twisted a bit to the right

He speaks sharply and maunders

And on another occasion Geda went to theatre

And watched the piece with that knight and a dragon

Already back than it came to his mind

as soon as he is a bit older

he should marry a monster

And everyone told him hey:

CHORUS

Once Geda went to a party...

But the drummer looked at him hatefully and rudely

"What are you looking at, you with that hair?"

And Geda immediately

shattered all of his fist with his nose ... into pieces...

Once Geda unwillingly went to church...

But there he ashamed himself badly...

What a shame, what a misfortune, father Paja kicked him out

Because he was burping aloud...

CHORUS

(See this kind of a solo

Geda couldn't play for the life of him)

This is the second chapter of the story about Geda

Geda is... how could I describe his appearance...

He has a very sharp look...

You could cut watermelons with it

But something else he has dull

He broke down all the land

On one occasion Geda went to make a bridge

And he twinged his finger with a plank

He sucked it to reduced the swelling

and contemplated should we better

just fill in the stream quickly

Once Geda didn't go anywhere for a change

Which unfortunately meant

he was thinking of an even worse disaster

he was lying on a couch

you would think: He is so modest

But we know Geda...

And everyone says to him:

CHORUS

A long time ago, Geda went to cinema

A sad Russian movie touched him deeply

All in tears he said to his wife:

See this is what I wish for myself...

Wars and armies!

And once Geda didn't go to the court

And they are marking his take-offs with a chalk

When they start the trial

feathers are going to fly

We are all doomed with Geda

And everyone will tell him in one voice:

CHORUS

(listen to this,

Geda couldn't play this

even if he bought a piano with four legs

gee whiz!)

This is the third chapter about Geda, and there would be more chapters

Geda is like a Mexican TV series with a happy end

beause no matter how it ends it will be a happy end

either for us or for Geda

Once Geda went to nerves

Annoying the neighbours one by one

And in the end, who is the crazy one here?

Is it Geda, or us who bear up with Geda?

Always, my friend, Geda went to the extremes

only so much land has remained

So let's bury our Geda happily

when he goes away, all in it's time

And the priest will say:

CHORUS

• Artist:Đorđe Balašević