Suzanne Vega - Tom's Diner
I am sitting
In the morning
At the diner
On the corner
I am waiting
At the counter
For the man
To pour the coffee
And he fills it
Only halfway
And before
I even argue
He is looking
Out the window
At somebody
Coming in
"It is always
Nice to see you"
Says the man
Behind the counter
To the woman
Who has come in
She is shaking
Her umbrella
And I look
The other way
As they are kissing
Their hellos
I'm pretending
Not to see them
Instead
I pour the milk
I open
Up the paper
There's a story
Of an actor
Who had died
While he was drinking
It was no one
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And I'm turning
To the horoscope
And looking
For the funnies
When I'm feeling
Someone watching me
And so
I raise my head
There's a woman
On the outside
Looking inside
Does she see me?
No she does not
Really see me
Cause she sees
Her own reflection
And I'm trying
Not to notice
That she's hitching
Up her skirt
And while she's
Straightening her stockings
Her hair
Is getting wet
Oh, this rain
It will continue
Through the morning
As I'm listening
To the bells
Of the cathedral
I am thinking
Of your voice...
And of the midnight picnic
Once upon a time
Before the rain began...
I finish up my coffee
It's time to catch the train
Suzanne Vega - Tomov bistro (Serbian translation)
Sedim
 Ujutru
 U bistrou
 Na ćošku,
 Čekam
 Za šankom
 Čoveka
 Da sipa kafu,
 I ispunjava
 Samo do pola
 I pre nego
 Se čak raspravila
 On gleda
 Kroz prozor
 U nekoga
 Kako ulazi.
''Uvek je
 Lepo videti te''
 Kaže čovek
 Iza šanka
 Ženi
 Koja je ušla
 Ona trese
 Svoj kišobran
 I gledam
 Na drugu stranu
 Dok se oni ljube
 Pri pozdravu
 Pravim se
 Da ih ne vidim
 I umesto toga
 Sipam mleko.
Otvaram
 Novine
 Tu je priča
 O glumcu
 Koji je umroSuzanne Vega - Tom's Diner - http://motolyrics.com/suzanne-vega/toms-diner-lyrics-serbian-translation.html
 Dok je pio,
 Niko
 Za kog sam čula,
 Okrećem
 Na horoskop
 I tražim
 Stripove,
 Kad osećam
 Neko me gleda
 I tako podignem glavu.
Tamo je žena
 Izvan
 Gleda unutra
 Da li me vidi?
 Ne ona zapravo
 Ne vidi mene
 Jer gleda
 Svoj odraz
 I pokušavam
 Da ne opazim
 Da pričvršćuje
 Svoju suknju
 I dok
 Ispravlja svoje čarape
 Njena kosa
 Se kvasi.
Oh,ova kiša,
 Nastaviće se
 Kroz jutro
 Dok slušam
 Zvona
 Katedrale...
Razmišljam
 Na tvoj glas...
I na ponoćni piknik
 Jednom davno
 Pre nego što je kiša počela...
 Završavam svoju kafu
 Vreme je da uhvatim voz.
