Dresina / Draisine

! This post was written long ago. What you're reading is not necessarily how I feel about things in 2017. This blog was started by an 18-year-old in 2001. Please, keep that in mind before you freak out.


Kad ja ne bih bila ja,
bila bih troguzi trolejbus,
jer kome treba bilo šta umereno?

Kad ja ne bih bila ja,
majka bi mi bila šinobus,
kome treba nešto zakukuljeno?

I tako, ja lutam noću,
tražeći sebi par šina,
opauči me oholi teretnjak,
brate, postado' dresina!



If I were not me,
I would be a threebuttocked trolley bus...
Who needs anything regular?

If I were not me,
My mother would be a railbus...
Who needs anything complicated?

And so I wonder by night,
Looking for a pair of rails,
A huge lorry drop-kicked me,
And, brother, I became a draisine!

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