Oliver Dragojevic - Ca je zivot vengo fantazija
To je bilo ka u prici
Roko nije jema nista
Cicibela jos i manje
ali ljubav sve izlici
on je bija anarkista
jemali su i kumpanje To je bilo ka u prici
punoj lustri i friskina
ma je isto prica prava
culo se i grubi rici
bumbilo se puno vina
bolila je dikod glava Trci vrime, cvili maska
traje jubav pusta, siromaska
saka suza, vrica smija
ca je zivot vengo fantazija To je bilo ka u prici
zivili su ka golubi
i nosili svoje brime
s puno srca, s malo rici
goli, bosi, gladni, grubi
volili se cilo vrime To je bilo ka u priciOliver Dragojevic - Ca je zivot vengo fantazija - http://motolyrics.com/oliver-dragojevic/ca-je-zivot-vengo-fantazija-lyrics-english-translation.html
kad su bili puno jidni
bombe, raspre, livorvere
i jos druge strasne rici
vikali su oni bidni
ma su prosle te nevere Trci vrime, cvili maska
traje jubav pusta, siromaska
saka suza, vrica smija
ca je zivot vengo fantazija To je bilo ka u prici
malo srice, puno jada
puno zime i propuva
ali jubav sve izlici
boje vengo sto balada
boje vengo struca kruva To je bilo ka u prici
ma ih vise ovud nima
na dnuj mora su gajete
sve bestimje grube rici
sve je proslo poput dima
vrime metlom sve pomete
Oliver Dragojevic - What Is Life Other Than Fantasy (English translation)
It was like in a tale
Roko had nothing
Cicibela even less
but love cures everything
He was an anarchist
they had company as well
It was like in a tale
full of glamor and refreshing
It was also like in a tale
harsh words that were said
a lot of wine was drunk
there were some headaches
Time flies, cat is whining
waste, bare love is lasting
a handful of tears, a bag of laughter
what is life other than fantasy
It was like in a tale
they lived like pigeons
and carried their burden
with a lot of heart, with little words
naked, barefoot, hungry, harsh
they loved each other all the time
It was like in a taleOliver Dragojevic - Ca je zivot vengo fantazija - http://motolyrics.com/oliver-dragojevic/ca-je-zivot-vengo-fantazija-lyrics-english-translation.html
when they were very furious
bombs, arguments, revolvers,
and other terrible words
miserable them, they yelled
but the storms have passed
Time flies, cat is whining
waste, bare love is lasting
a handful of tears, a bag of laughter
what is life other than fantasy
It was like in a tale
little happiness, lots of misery
lots of coldness and draft
but love cures everything
better than a hundred ballads
better than a loaf of bread
It was like in a tale
but they are not around anymore
there are ships at the bottom of the sea
all the swears harsh words
everything disappeared like smoke
The time with its broom sweeps everything away