The Grand Declaration:
The song kicks off with an introduction that sets the stage for a grand declaration of admiration.
“Odavno gledam te ja
Na tebi sve mi se, dušo, dopada
Izgledaš kao Bog
Ti Boginjo srca mog
Što se stidiš svoga tela
Kad si savršena cela?”“I’ve been watching you for a long time
Everything about you, my dear, I like
You look like a God
You, Goddess of my heart
Why are you ashamed of your body
When you’re entirely perfect?”
Here, Mile establishes himself as the “long-time admirer,” laying it on thick with divine comparisons. He’s already decided she’s perfect, which is a bit premature, but hey, who are we to judge romantic hyperbole?
The Contradictions Begin:
“Kilo dole, kilo gore
O-o, o-o, briga me
I na licu dve-tri bore
O-o, baš takvu volim te
Bujna kosa, bujne grudi
Po mojoj si meri sva
Imaš sve da me izludi
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da”“Kilo down, kilo up
O-o, o-o, I don’t care
And a couple of wrinkles on your face
O-o, I love you just like that
Lush hair, lush breasts
You’re exactly my type
You have everything to drive me crazy
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes”
Ah, the “kilo up, kilo down” conundrum. Mile, bless his heart, is trying to be progressive. He claims he doesn’t care about weight fluctuations, but the fact he mentions them at all undermines his point. It’s like saying, “I love you for who you are, even though you have those… minor imperfections.” Then he goes straight to “lush hair, lush breasts,” showing where his true focus lies. So much for body neutrality. And the “two-three wrinkles” addition, very specific Mile, very specific.
The Repeated Refrain:
“Bas ši lepa, šta ti fali?
Ma sve i da ti fali do koske me pali
Ne fali ti ništa baš
Imaš sve što meni treba da letim do neba
Bas si lepa, šta ti fali?
Ja volim tvoje mane sa sve četiri strane
Ne fali ti ništa baš
Ali da postaneš moja, eto to ti fali”“You’re so beautiful, what’s wrong with you?
Even if there’s something wrong, you drive me crazy to the bone
Nothing’s wrong with you at all
You have everything I need to fly to heaven
You’re so beautiful, what’s wrong with you?
I love your flaws from all four sides
Nothing’s wrong with you at all
But to become mine, that’s what’s missing”
This refrain is the heart of the song’s delightful absurdity. Mile insists she’s perfect, then lists potential flaws, then concludes the only thing missing is her becoming his. It’s the ultimate “you’re perfect, but…” scenario. The “flaws from all four sides” line is especially poetic—what does that even mean? Is he viewing her in 3D? Is this quantum physics of imperfections?
The “Wild and Sexy” Interlude:
“Od glave do pete si
O-o, o-o, odlična
Tako divlja baš si sexy
A misliš da si obična
Naježim se, krv mi vri
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Nisi toga svesna ti, za srce si nezgoda”“From head to toe you are
O-o, o-o, excellent
You’re so wild, so sexy
And you think you’re ordinary
I get goosebumps, my blood boils
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
You’re not aware of it, you’re a danger to the heart”
Here, Mile decides she’s “wild and sexy,” despite her thinking she’s “ordinary.” It’s a classic case of a man telling a woman what she thinks about herself. And then the “goosebumps, blood boils” line? It’s a bit much, Mile. Just a bit. And the “danger to the heart” bit is pure Balkan melodrama—she’s not just attractive; she’s a cardiac risk.
The Grand Finale (and Repetition):
The song concludes with repeated refrains, driving home the message that she’s perfect, flawed, and in need of Mile’s ownership. It’s a whirlwind of contradictions, wrapped in a catchy tune.
In Conclusion:
“Kilo dole, kilo gore” is a comedic masterpiece of mixed messages. It’s a song that tries to champion body positivity but gets lost in the labyrinth of Balkan machismo. Mile Kitic’s earnest attempts to compliment a woman while subtly dictating her self-image are both hilarious and culturally telling. It’s a perfect example of how good intentions can go hilariously awry in the world of Balkan pop. It is also quite the earworm, and I will be humming this all day.