Ceca - Jadna Ti Je Moja Moc - traduction des paroles en anglais

Paroles et traduction Ceca - Jadna Ti Je Moja Moc




Jadna Ti Je Moja Moc
Poor Is My Strength
Uzela sam te noći tuđe, nisam smela
I took you on that night, even though I shouldn't have
Sad tu tajnu držim dalje, od svog tela
Now I keep that secret far from my body
Tebe se odrekla, bogu se zarekla i nisam poklekla
I renounced you and swore to God, and I didn't give in
Zbog toga se danonoćno
Because of that, day and night
Ja osećam moćno
I feel like a fool
Jadna ti je moja moć
Poor is my strength
Nemoćna sam dok postojiš
I'm powerless as long as you exist
Ranilo me 300 njih
300 of them hurt me
A' samo se ti brojiš
But only you matter
Jadna ti je moja moć
Poor is my strength
Kada mi je život jadan
When my life is miserable
U vatri gorim svaku noć
I burn in the fire every night
A krevet mi ko nož hladan
And my bed is cold as a knife
Posle tebe ljubavi nema, sve sam znala
After you, there is no love, I knew it all
Svakom budućem tvoje, sam ime dala
I gave every future lover your name
Tebe se odrekla, bogu se zarekla i nisam poklekla
I renounced you and swore to God, and I didn't give in
Zbog toga se danonoćno
Because of that, day and night
Ja osećam moćno
I feel like a fool
Jadna ti je moja moć
Poor is my strength
Nemoćna sam dok postojiš
I'm powerless as long as you exist
Ranilo me 300 njih
300 of them hurt me
Al' samo se ti brojiš
But only you matter
Jadna ti je moja moć
Poor is my strength
Kada mi je život jadan
When my life is miserable
U vatri gorim svaku noć
I burn in the fire every night
A krevet mi ko nož hladan
And my bed is cold as a knife
I onda skupim neke ljude gore od mene
And then I gather some people who are worse than me
Da teše me
To comfort me
Do jutra plaćam provode skupe
Until dawn I pay for expensive parties
Za neke laži jeftine
For some cheap lies
Jadna ti je moja moć
Poor is my strength
Nemoćna sam dok postojiš
I'm powerless as long as you exist
Ranilo me 300 njih
300 of them hurt me
Al' samo se ti brojiš
But only you matter
Jadna ti je moja moć
Poor is my strength
Kada mi je život jadan
When my life is miserable
U vatri gorim svaku noć
I burn in the fire every night
A krevet mi ko nož hladan
And my bed is cold as a knife





Writer(s): Marina Tucakovic


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