Sladka Kot Med - Mi2 Übersetzung ins Englische

Sladka Kot Med

Poravnava d.o.o.

Izvajalec besedila pesmi je Mi2.

Dobro vem, da od spominov bolj otožno se živi,
Da obrabljene vse rime so na maj,
A me vleče, kakor druge, ki so bivali kdaj tam,
Da odtavam spet tja v tisti mali kraj.

Pod goro, pod grad v pekarno, z vonjem kruha zjutraj ob treh,
Vse do kina, kamor treba je čez most,
V gorco pred oltar, v mali nočni bar,
Na topli jug, na sonce in mladost.

Bla je sladka kot med,
Bla je nežna kot cvet,
Bla je boljša od drugih deset.
Jaz pa hotel sem v svet
Svojo zvezdo ujet
In jo pustil počasi venet.

Kakor takrat slišim zvoke, vidim barve, tipam stvari,
Padam v sneg, sušim obraz pod mavrico
In še čutim njen korak,
Ko odhajal sem na vlak,
Sramežljiv poljub na lica za slovo.

Dobro vem, da pri spominih se človeku v glavnem zdi,
Da za nazaj izgleda vedno vse bolj lepo,
A tu pa tam priznam, prisežem, ni me sram,
Zalotim se, da mislim le na njo.

Bla je sladka kot med,
Bla je nežna kot cvet,
Bla je boljša od drugih deset.
Jaz pa hotel sem v svet
Svojo zvezdo ujet
In jo pustil počasi venet.

Sladka Kot Med

Poravnava d.o.o.

The lyrics are performed by Mi2.

I know that it’s sadder to live in memories,
That all the rhymes about May are worn out,
But I’m drawn there, just like everyone else who once lived there,
To travel back to that small town again.

Under the mountain, under the castle, into the bakery at three in the morning,
All the way to the cinema, which must be reached by crossing the bridge,
Into the heat before the altar, into the small night bar,
To the warm south, to the sun and the youth.

She was as sweet as honey,
She was as soft as blossom,
She was better than a hundred others.
I wanted to go out into the world,
Catch my star,
And I let it slowly fade away.

Just like back then, I hear the sounds, see the colors, touch the objects,
I fall into the snow, dry my face under the rainbow
And I still feel her steps,
When I left for the train,
A shy kiss on my cheek for a farewell.

I know that in memories one tends to think,
That everything always seems more beautiful in retrospect,
But I will admit, I will swear, I’m not ashamed,
I catch myself thinking of her.

She was as sweet as honey,
She was as soft as blossom,
She was better than a hundred others.
I wanted to go out into the world,
Catch my star,
And I let it slowly fade away.