Halid Muslimovic - Pismo
Ponekad napišem pismo
koje nikom ne šaljem
otkada zajedno nismo
rijetko se i radujem
Vratim se mladosti svojoj
i prvoj cigareti
sjetim se ljubavi naše
i prepustim se sjeti Drugova pjesma, u avliji česma
pred očima djetinjstvo budi se
procvjetala lipa i Fiće škripa
mirišu neke drage godine REF.
Postao sam nešto drugačiji
možda zato što sam stariji
il' što shvatih da sam
samo sjenka broj
Da mogu sve razumjeti
i mogu sve oprostiti
al' teško mi nekako živjeti
bez tebe stariti Ponekad napišem pismoHalid Muslimovic - Pismo - http://motolyrics.com/halid-muslimovic/pismo-lyrics-english-translation.html
a naviru sjećanja
naše priče, naše snove
otimam od vremena
Vratim se mladosti svojoj
i prvoj cigareti
sjetim se ljubavi nase
i prepustim se sjeti Drugova pjesma, u avliji cesma
pred ocima djetinjstvo budi se
procvjetala lipa i Fice skripa
mirisu neke drage godine REF.
Postao sam nesto drugaciji
mozda zato sto sam stariji
il' sto shvatih da sam
samo sjenka broj
Da mogu sve razumjeti
i mogu sve oprostiti
al' tesko mi nekako zivjeti
bez tebe stariti
Halid Muslimovic - A Letter (English translation)
Sometimes I write a letter
that I don't send to anyone
Since we're not together
I rarely rejoice
I go back to my youth
and to my first cigarette
I remember our love
and get lost in memories
Friend's song, spigot in the yard
in front of my eyes, childhood waking up
lime tree in bloom and Fica's squeaking
the scent of some dear years
I've become a bit different
maybe because I'm older
or because I realized I'm
just a shadow a number
That I can understand everything
and forgive anything
but I somehow find it hard to live without you
get old without you
Sometimes I write a letterHalid Muslimovic - Pismo - http://motolyrics.com/halid-muslimovic/pismo-lyrics-english-translation.html
and memories start coming back
our stories our dreams
I abduct from time
I go back to my youth
and my first cigarette
I remember our love
and get lost in memories
Friend's song, spigot in the yard
in front of my eyes, childhood waking up
lime tree in bloom and Fica's squeaking
the scent of some dear years
I've become a bit different
maybe because I'm older
or because I realized I'm
just a shadow a number
That I can understand everything
and forgive anything
but I somehow find it hard to live without you
get old without you