That doesn't count.. Selma Kopic

She loves me,

but she has no courage

to fix her life,

she has no plan.

She lives from one day

to another.

She loves me,

and eats at any time,

there is no order.

Natural or not,

she doesn't care.

She loves me,

and she doesn’t nourish

either body or face,

she doesn't even have any cream.

She relies on what

God has given her.

She loves me,

Doesn’t go for recreation,

she doesn't care

about the extra pounds.

She doesn’t pay attention

to high pressure.

She loves me.

So she suffocates

with cigarette smoke,

There is no imposition.

There are no unnecessary questions.

She loves me

and has no last thoughts,

no two faces.

Among others she is do-gooder.

There's more ...

At the end of the research

and detailed analysis,

all in all

- a full head of minuses!

But she loves me!

(Well, that doesn't count!)

To se ne računa

Voli mene,

a nema petlje da sredi svoj život,

nema plana.

Živi od jednog do drugog dana.

Mene voli,

a jede u svako doba,

nema reda.

Prirodno il' ne- ne gleda.

Voli mene,

a ne njeguje ni tijelo ni lice,

nema ni pomade.

Oslanja se na ono što bog joj dade.

Mene voli,

a ne ide na rekreaciju,

ne brine je kilograma višak.

Ne obraća pažnju na visok tlak.

Voli mene

pa patnju dimom cigareta guši,

nema nametanja.

Nema suvišnih pitanja.

Voli mene

i nema zadnjih misli,

nema dva lica.

Među drugima- dobrica.

Ima toga još...

Na kraju istraživanja

i podrobne analize,

sve u svemu-

minusa glava puna!

Al’ voli me!

(E, to se ne računa!)