Lyrics and translation Zapresic Boys - Opijen Tribinama

Opijen Tribinama

Lutam gradom, u zraku osjeća se
Ludilo, što danima nas trese.
Sve te brige, ništa važno nije
Jer se bliži taj trenutak,
Kad naš mali kutak,
Svemira te zove glasnije.

Vjeruj nema do osjećaja
Kad si opijen tribinama
Ista krv tu spaja sve
Vrela dok se strasti bude.

Ista suza nam pada na dlan
Htjela bi ukrast predivan san
U njemu ista priča je
Hrvatska ide i ne staje.

Tvoja snaga, leži tu u nama
Ne ti nikad, nećeš biti sama.
Od imena njenog u srcu steže
Od prvoga dana ta ljubav nas veže.
Oduvijek i zauvijek.

Vjeruj nema do osjećaja
Kad si opijen tribinama
Ista krv tu spaja sve
Vrela dok se strasti bude.

Ista suza nam pada na dlan
Htjela bi ukrast predivan san
U njemu ista priča je
Hrvatska ide i ne staje.

Vjeruj nema do osjećaja
Kad si opijen tribinama
Ista krv tu spaja sve
Vrela dok se strasti bude.

Ista suza nam pada na dlan
Htjela bi ukrast predivan san
U njemu ista priča je
Hrvatska ide i ne staje.

Drunk on the Stands

I wander through the city, madness in the air,
The craziness that has been shaking us for days.
All those worries, nothing matters anymore
Because that moment is approaching,
When our little corner of the universe,
Calls to you louder.

Trust me, there is no greater feeling
Than when you are drunk on the stands,
The same blood connects us all,
Boiling as the passion rages.

The same tear falls on our palms,
Wishing to steal a beautiful dream,
The same story in it,
Croatia marches on and never stops.

Your strength lies here within us,
You will never be alone.
From her name it tightens in the heart,
From the first day that love binds us.
Forever and ever.

Trust me, there is no greater feeling
Than when you are drunk on the stands,
The same blood connects us all,
Boiling as the passion rages.

The same tear falls on our palms,
Wishing to steal a beautiful dream,
The same story in it,
Croatia marches on and never stops.

Trust me, there is no greater feeling
Than when you are drunk on the stands,
The same blood connects us all,
Boiling as the passion rages.

The same tear falls on our palms,
Wishing to steal a beautiful dream,
The same story in it,
Croatia marches on and never stops.