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

I'll Write Her Long Letters

My moon, look, evening is falling, and where are you?
Everywhere darkness, my darling alone, do you see?
Flowers, grass, everything is sleeping tonight
Hey, cities
Where are these roads taking me?

Bright star, who is she dreaming of tonight, ask her
Are her hands waiting for me, or not?
Tell my soul, lie a little to my heart
Hey, cities
Where are these roads taking me?

I'll write her long letters
From Zagora, from Drniš
Warm postcards from the south
From Banat, Bosnia, Niš
I'll send her my pictures
Where Istria, Pula are seen
Let her have at least something of mine
To comfort her, to protect her, to keep her safe

My moon, look, evening is falling, and where are you?
Everywhere darkness, my darling alone, do you see?

Flowers, grass, everything is sleeping tonight
Hey, cities
Where are these roads taking me?

I'll write her long letters
From Zagora, from Drniš
Warm postcards from the south
From Banat, Bosnia, Niš
I'll send her my pictures
Where Istria, Pula are seen
Let her have at least something of mine
To comfort her, to protect her, to keep her safe

I'll write her long letters
From Zagora, from Drniš
Warm postcards from the south
From Banat, Bosnia, Niš
I'll send her my pictures
Where Istria, Pula are seen
Let her have at least something of mine
To comfort her, to protect her, to keep her safe

I'll write her long letters
From Zagora, from Drniš
Warm postcards from the south
From Banat, Bosnia, Niš
I'll send her my pictures