Haustor - Ena
Ja svoje loe dane
Volim gristi sam
Piti i lutati po kr
mama
Al'
esto stignem samo
Do njenog pogleda
Ena je divna ena
Ena dobro zna
Da takvi dani svre s guvama
Zato me zove k sebi
Da bi mi pomogla
Ja Ena nisam tvoj sin
Zapamti to
To moe raditi s njim
Za mene je ve kasno
Znam da bi Ena htjela
Da sam stalno njen
Valjda jer tako
esto nestanem
Ona me uvijek ima u
Svojim mislima
A kad joj zelim reci
Da je bolji kraj
Od naih bjegova i zasjeda
Ena me samo gleda
I kae ne ne ne
I ne idi bez kaputa
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Zima je
Ja Ena nisam tvoj sinHaustor - Ena - http://motolyrics.com/haustor/ena-lyrics-english-translation.html
Zapamti to
To moe raditi s njim
Za mene je ve kasno
Prolo je dugo vrijeme
I daleki bijeg
I mada nemam
ak ni imena
Ja
esto sretnem Enu
U svojim snovima
Kad svoje loe dane
Ovdje grizem sam
I sretnem putnike po kr
mama
Ja pitam da l' je znaju
I je li ponosna
Kau da jo je lijepa
I da ima stav
Al'
esto
ak i kad je vesela
Opaze plavu sjenu
U crnim o
ima
Ja Ena nisam tvoj sin
Zapamti to
To moe raditi s njim
Za mene je ve kasno
Do mene nema puta
Pogledaj sve je bijelo
Zima je
Haustor - Ena (English translation)
My bad days I like to spend alone,
Drink and wander through bars,
But I often meet with her eyes.
Ena is a beautiful woman, Ena knows well
That those days end in crowds,
So she calls me to herself to help me.
I am not your son, Ena, remember that,
You can do that with him,
It's too late for me.
I know that Ena would want that I'm always hers,
I guess because I go missing often,
She always keeps me in her thoughts though.
And when I wanna tell her that the end is better
Than our beys and ambushes
She just looks at me and says: yeah, yeah, yeah.
"And don't go out without your coat,Haustor - Ena - http://motolyrics.com/haustor/ena-lyrics-english-translation.html
Look around you, everything's white, it's cold."
I am not your son, Ena, remember that,
You can do that with him,
It's too late for me.
It's been a long time and a long bey,
And even though I don't even have a name,
I often meet Ena in my dreams.
When my bad days I spend alone here,
I meet travellers through bars,
I ask if they know her and if she's proud.
They say that she's still beautiful with the same posture,
But often even when she's happy
They notice a blue shadow in her black eyes.
I am not your son, Ena, remember that,
You can do that with him,
It's too late for me.