Lyrics and translation Bijelo Dugme - Sve Će To, O Mila Moja, Prekriti Ruzmarin, Snjegovi I Šaš

Sve Će To, O Mila Moja, Prekriti Ruzmarin, Snjegovi I Šaš

Sve će to, o mila moja,
Prekriti ružmarin, snjegovi i šaš
I dvije će pokisle ptice
Sa tvoga oka prhnuti na jug
Nijedna suza nimalo volje
Nijedna slutnja ni glas a moglo je bolje
Reći ćeš malo je tužno
A Hrist je bio kopile i jad
I stat ćemo goli i sami
Pred ovo ledeno nebo u mrak
Miriše pelin pusto polje
Ocvale ruže i med a moglo je bolje
Gdje, pokaži mi gdje
Kad tužne sudba ne voli
I čime od svijeta da se braniš
Kao ruža sa dva smiješna trna ili snom
Gdje, pokaži mi gdje
Kad tužne sudba ne voli
I čime od svijeta da se braniš
Kao ruža sa dva smiješna trna ili snom
Uzalud, uzalud, sve je protiv nas
Sve će to, o mila moja,
Prekriti ružmarin, snjegovi i šaš
I dvije će pokisle ptice
Sa tvoga oka prhnuti na jug
Nijedna suza nimalo volje
Nijedna slutnja ni glas a moglo je bolje
Gdje, pokaži mi gdje
Kad tužne sudba ne voli
I čime od svijeta da se braniš
Kao ruža sa dva smiješna trna ili snom
Gdje, pokaži mi gdje
Kad tužne sudba ne voli
I čime od svijeta da se braniš
Kao ruža sa dva smiješna trna ili snom
Uzalud, uzalud, sve je protiv nas

All That, My Darling, Will Be Covered with Rosemary, Snow and Reed

All that, my darling,
Will be covered with rosemary, snow and reed
And two soaked birds
From your eyes will flutter to the south
Not a single tear out of free will
Not a single premonition or a sound and it could have been better
You'll say it's a bit sad
And Christ was a bastard and wretched
And we'll stand naked and alone
Before this icy sky in the dark
Wormwood field and withered roses smell
Honey and it could have been better
Where, show me where
When the sad fate doesn't love
And how to defend yourself from the world
Like a rose with two funny thorns or a dream
Where, show me where
When the sad fate doesn't love
And how to defend yourself from the world
Like a rose with two funny thorns or a dream
In vain, in vain, everything is against us
All that, my darling,
Will be covered with rosemary, snow and reed
And two soaked birds
From your eyes will flutter to the south
Not a single tear out of free will
Not a single premonition or a sound and it could have been better
Where, show me where
When the sad fate doesn't love
And how to defend yourself from the world
Like a rose with two funny thorns or a dream
Where, show me where
When the sad fate doesn't love
And how to defend yourself from the world
Like a rose with two funny thorns or a dream
In vain, in vain, everything is against us