Lyrics and translation Toše Proeski - Jos I Danas Zamirise Tresnja

Jos I Danas Zamirise Tresnja

Još i danas zamiriše trešnja
U proljeće kao davno prije
Jedna trešnja danima daleko
Tamo gdje me već odavno nije
Rekao sam kad poči sam mor'o
Uzmite mi i kuču i njivu
Samo trešnju ostavite staru
Kad navratim da je vidim živu
Šta to ima u ljudima tužno
Da ulaze u tuđe živote
Ko to živi u prošlosti mojoj
A još nije umro od sramote
Rekao sam u vjetar sam prič'o
Nikog nije bilo da me čuje
Lijepu pjesmu ne voli baš svako
Neko baca kamen na slavuje
Šta to ima u ljudima tužno
Da ulaze u tuđe živote
Ko to živi u prošlosti mojoj
A još nije umro od sramote
Nije nebo ovo što vam nude
Nije Sunce od zlata i moći
Kad bi mogli prodali bi Boga
Njima niko ne može pomoći
Šta to ima u ljudima tužno
Da ulaze u tuđe živote
Ko to živi u prošlosti mojoj
A još nije umro od sramote
Šta to ima u ljudima tužno
Da ulaze u tuđe živote
Ko to živi u prošlosti mojoj
A još nije umro od sramote
Šta to ima u ljudima tužno
Da ulaze u tuđe živote
Ko to živi u prošlosti mojoj
A još nije umro od sramote

The Cherry Tree Still Flowers Today

The cherry tree still flowers today
In springtime as it did long ago
A cherry tree far off in the distance
Where I haven't been for a very long time
I said when I had to leave alone
Take my house and my fields too
But leave only the old cherry tree
So that I may return to see it alive
What is it in people that's so sad
That they enter the lives of others
Who is it that lives in my past
And yet has not died of shame
I said it to the wind, I spoke in vain
There was no one there to hear me
Not everyone loves a beautiful song
Someone throws stones at the nightingales
What is it in people that's so sad
That they enter the lives of others
Who is it that lives in my past
And yet has not died of shame
This is not the heaven that they offer you
It's not the Sun of gold and power
If they could, they would sell God
There is no one who can help them
What is it in people that's so sad
That they enter the lives of others
Who is it that lives in my past
And yet has not died of shame
What is it in people that's so sad
That they enter the lives of others
Who is it that lives in my past
And yet has not died of shame
What is it in people that's so sad
That they enter the lives of others
Who is it that lives in my past
And yet has not died of shame