Djordje Balasevic - Kao Rani Mraz
Dolmom idu majski svatovi,
nisu moji nego bratovi...
To da je bratas mladi od mene,
vise niko ni ne spomene... Svi redom pregli bele pegaze,
da durdevak uz put ne gaze...
Tamburasa tri fijakera,
sram ga bilo kogod zakera... Oprosti mi. Moja rano rana,
oprosti mi, sreco bogomdana...
Bez reci si na basamak stala.
A na moj zivot
ta je tvoja tuga pala...
Kao pokora...Kao rani mraz... Gledala me jedna ista Ti...
Ja sam jos i mogo pristati...
Al srce...
Ono se ko jare opire...
Retko ko do njega dopire... Oprosti mi, moja rano rana.Djordje Balasevic - Kao Rani Mraz - http://motolyrics.com/djordje-balasevic/kao-rani-mraz-lyrics-english-translation.html
Oprosti mi,
sreco bogom dana...
Pod nebom je
ognjeno i snezno
Al malo sta jos ume
da ubije nezno...
Da ne primetis...
Kao rani mraz... Poljem idu svatovi,
svatovi su bratovi.
Mlada prava partija,
lepsa neg bogatija.
Poljem zice strucaju,
momci uvis pucaju.
Muzika ne zastaje,
sa dusom se rastaje...
Djordje Balasevic - Brianna frost (English translation)
Dolma attend the May wedding,
not of me than a brother ...
It is bratas younger than me,
no one not even mentioned ...
All of them reviewed by a white Pegasus,
durdevak that the road does not trample ...
Tamburasa three cabs,
shame on whoever it was nagging ...
Forgive me. My early wounds,
Forgive me, happiness Bogomdana ...
No words are left off the stair.
And in my life
What is your sadness fell ...
As penance ... An early frost ...
She looked at me the same one you ...
I am yet to agree to refrain ...
Al heart ...
It is a kid who opposes ...
Few people do it reaches ...
Forgive me, my wound healing.Djordje Balasevic - Kao Rani Mraz - http://motolyrics.com/djordje-balasevic/kao-rani-mraz-lyrics-english-translation.html
Forgive me,
sreco blessed day ...
Under the sky
fire and snow
But little else even knows
to kill a gently ...
Do not you notice ...
As an early frost ...
Field go wedding,
Weddings are my brother.
The young right parties,
nicer time than richer.
Field wire profession,
guys jump shot.
Music does not stop,
the soul is parting ...