Lyrics and translation Zdravko Čolić - Pisaću Joj Pisma Duga

Pisaću Joj Pisma Duga

Moj mjeseče, evo, pada veče, a gdje si ti?
Svuda tama, moja draga sama, vidiš li?
Cvijeće, trava, baš sve noćas spava
Hej, gradovi
Kud′ li me vode ovi drumovi?

Zvijezdo sjajna, koga l' noćas sanja, pitaj je
Ruke njene čekaju li mene, ili ne?
Duši kaži, srcu malo slaži
Hej, gradovi
Kud′ li me vode ovi drumovi?

Pisaću joj pisma duga
Iz Zagore, iz Drniša
Razglednice tople s juga
Iz Banata, Bosne, Niša
Poslaću joj slike svoje
Gdje se vide Istra, Pula
Nek bar nešto ima moje
Da je tješi, da je brani, da je čuva

Moj mjeseče, evo, pada veče, a gdje si ti?
Svuda tama, moja draga sama, vidiš li?

Cvijeće, trava, baš sve noćas spava
Hej, gradovi
Kud' li me vode ovi drumovi?

Pisaću joj pisma duga
Iz Zagore, iz Drniša
Razglednice tople s juga
Iz Banata, Bosne, Niša
Poslaću joj slike svoje
Gdje se vide Istra, Pula
Nek bar nešto ima moje
Da je tješi, da je brani, da je čuva

Pisaću joj pisma duga
Iz Zagore, iz Drniša
Razglednice tople s juga
Iz Banata, Bosne, Niša
Poslaću joj slike svoje
Gdje se vide Istra, Pula
Nek bar nešto ima moje
Da je tješi, da je brani, da je čuva

Pisaću joj pisma duga
Iz Zagore, iz Drniša
Razglednice tople s juga
Iz Banata, Bosne, Niša
Poslaću joj slike svoje
Gdje se vide Istra, Pula
Nek bar nešto ima moje
Da je tješi, da je brani, da je čuva

I'll Write Her Long Letters

My moon, here, the evening falls, and where are you?
Darkness everywhere, my darling's alone, can you see?
Flowers, grass, everything's asleep tonight
Hey, cities
Where do these roads lead me?

Oh shining star, who's she dreaming of tonight, ask her
Are her hands waiting for me, or not?
Tell her soul, lie to her heart a little
Hey, cities
Where do these roads lead me?

I'll write her long letters
From Zagora, from Drniš
Warm postcards from the south
From Banat, Bosnia, Niš
I'll send her pictures of me
Where you can see Istria, Pula
May she have something of mine at least
To comfort her, to protect her, to guard her

My moon, here, the evening falls, and where are you?
Darkness everywhere, my darling's alone, can you see?

Flowers, grass, everything's asleep tonight
Hey, cities
Where do these roads lead me?

I'll write her long letters
From Zagora, from Drniš
Warm postcards from the south
From Banat, Bosnia, Niš
I'll send her pictures of me
Where you can see Istria, Pula
May she have something of mine at least
To comfort her, to protect her, to guard her

I'll write her long letters
From Zagora, from Drniš
Warm postcards from the south
From Banat, Bosnia, Niš
I'll send her pictures of me
Where you can see Istria, Pula
May she have something of mine at least
To comfort her, to protect her, to guard her

I'll write her long letters
From Zagora, from Drniš
Warm postcards from the south
From Banat, Bosnia, Niš
I'll send her pictures of me
Where you can see Istria, Pula
May she have something of mine at least
To comfort her, to protect her, to guard her