Vanja Radovanović - Milo moje
Opet ne mogu da zaspim, bez ikakvih šansi,
Još jedan uspješno izgubljen dan,
Po redu vožnje ja već par godina kasnim,
A kud sam poš'o više ne znam ni sam Dugo bez nerava, mjerim, provjeravam,
Ima li smisla sve ovo što radim,
Pa se lažem, vješto, da desiće se nešto,
Al' vidim realno, bogami teško Miriše milo moje, još jedna teška godina,
Tuge sve bolje stoje, pa i moja se preporodila,
Klonula mi duša, po šavovima puca,
Sve teže dišem, ne jedem, ne pijem,
Sam sebi se smijem, nidočeg mi nije
Dođi bar ugrij me Opet ne mogu da spavam, baš strava,Vanja Radovanović - Milo moje - http://motolyrics.com/vanja-radovanovic/milo-moje-lyrics-english-translation.html
U mojoj glavi vlada opšti kijamet,
Baš je dosadno, postaje opasno,
Dokonom svašta može pasti na pamet Dugo bez nerava, mjerim, provjeravam,
Ima li smisla sve ovo što radim,
Pa se lažem, vješto, da desiće se nešto,
Al' vidim realno, bogami teško Miriše milo moje, još jedna teška godina,
Tuge sve bolje stoje, pa i moja se preporodila,
Već klonula mi duša, po šavovima puca,
Sve teže dišem, ne jedem, ne pijem,
Sam sebi se smijem, nidočeg mi nije
Dođi bar ugrij me
Vanja Radovanović - My dear (English translation)
I can't fall asleep again, there isn't any chance
Another successfully lost day
According to timetable I am being late for couple of years
And to where I am going I don't longer know
Long time without nerves, I measure, check
if all this that I am doing has any sense
And then I skillfully lie myself that something will happen
and I see it for real that it will hardly happen
I can smell, my dear, another hard year
Sorrows are getting better, so mine got revived too
My soul has drooped, getting torn along it's suture
I breathe harder and harder, I don't eat, I don't drink
I laugh at myself, not carrying for anything
At least come and warm me
I can't sleep again, so coolVanja Radovanović - Milo moje - http://motolyrics.com/vanja-radovanovic/milo-moje-lyrics-english-translation.html
There is a complete incubus inside my head
It is so boring, it is becoming dangerous
Everything can come into the mind of a leisure man
Long time without nerves, I measure, check
if all this that I am doing has any sense
And then I skillfully lie myself that something will happen
and I see it for real that it will hardly happen
I can smell, my dear, another hard year
Sorrows are getting better, so mine got revived too
My soul has drooped, getting torn along it's suture
I breathe harder and harder, I don't eat, I don't drink
I laugh at myself, not carrying for anything
At least come and warm me