Sheryl Crow - If It Makes You Happy

I've been long, a long way from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitoes,
And drank till I was thirsty again
We went searching through thrift store jungles
Found Geronimo's rifle, Marilyn's shampoo
And Benny Goodman's corset and fan

Well, OK I made this up
I promised you I'd never give up

If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so sad

You get down, real low down
You listen to Coltrane, derail your own train
Well who hasn't been there before?
I come round, around the hard way
Bring you comics in bed, scrape the mold off the bread
And serve you French toast again

Well, OK I still get stoned
I'm not the kind of girl you'd take home

If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so sad

If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so sad

We've been far, far away from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitoes
And everywhere in between
Well, o.k. we get along
So what if right now everything's wrong?

If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so sad?

Ako te cini sretnim

Bila sam daleko,daleko odavde
Nosila ponco i svirala komarcima
i pila...dok nisam bila zedna ponovo.
Trazili smo po dzunglama radnji sa koristenom robom,
Nasli Dzeronimovu pusku,Merilinin sampon i Beni Gudmanov korzet i lepezu .

Dobro,ovo sam izmislila,
Obecala sam ti da nikada necu odustati.

Ako te cinim sretnim,
Ne mogu biti toliko losa,
Ako te cinim sretnim,
Zasto si do djavola toliko tuzan?

Postanes potisten,jako jako
Slusas Koltraina ,iskaces iz svojih tracnica.
Dobro,ko to vec nije iskusio ?
Vracam se ,obilazeci tezi put,
Donesem ti stripove u krevet i sastruzem budj s hljeba
i ponovo ti serviram francuski tost.

Dobro,jos uvijek se napusim,
Nisam vrsta djevojke koju bi vodio kuci.

Ako te cinim sretnim,
Ne mogu biti toliko losa,
Ako te cinim sretnim,
Zasto si dodjavola tako tuzan ? (2x)

Mi smo bili,daleko,jako daleko odavde,
nosili ponco i svirali komarcima,
I sve izmedju toga,
Dobro,mi se slazemo,
Pa sta,ako je sada,sve krivo.

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