Paroles et traduction Djordje Balasevic - Lunjo (Live) - Live

Lunjo (Live) - Live

Lunjo...
Moj stari kofer zalud ko koker grebe na vrata...
Dve ti se zvezde u oku gnezde... Dremež te hvata...
I toplo je tu... Ispod ovog krova...
Na bezbednom tlu... U tvrđavi snova...
Pa, sretna ti nova...

Lunjo...
Zlobnice graknu, al da te taknu ne smeju nikad...
Baš duplikati prvi će znati ko je unikat...
Kad nasrne svet... Ti obraz okreni...
Bog dotakne cvet što nikne u seni...
Sretna nova i meni...

Ti uvek znaš najbolji način, s tobom lako branim naš tron...
Ti si ta nit, taj retki začin koji daje poseban ton...
Moj si mali čarobnjak... Koji donosi spas...
A svi ti pajaci na pokretnoj traci nek žure bez nas...

Lunjo...
Kogod me traži, ti ladno slazi kako sam mrtav...
I, budi zlatna, pa navi sat na sredu... četvrtak?
A napolju stud... Gospodari zima
I veje ko lud... Al ovde sve štima...
Otkad kad tebe imam...

Ti uvek znaš najbolji način, s tobom lako branim naš tron...
Ti si ta nit, taj retki začin koji daje poseban ton...
Moj si mali čarobnjak... Koji donosi spas...
A svi ti pajaci na pokretnoj traci nek žure bez nas...

Ti uvek znaš posebne reči...
Ti ćutiš mnogo tiše od svih...
Ti imaš smeh koji me leči...
Ti i od psovke načiniš stih...

Lunjo (Live) - Live

Lunjo...
My old suitcase tries to scratch at the door in vain like a cockerel...
Two stars have made a nest in your eye. You are overcome with sleep...
And it is so warm in here. Under this roof...
On safe ground. In a fortress of dreams...
So, good luck on your new adventure...

Lunjo...
Vicious people caw, but they will never be allowed to touch you...
The copies will be the first to recognise who is the original.
When the world attacks, turn your face away.
God touches the flower that blooms in the shade.
Good luck on your new adventure to me, too.

You always know the best approach. With you, I can easily defend our throne.
You are that thread, that rare spice, that provides a special touch.
You are my little magician, who brings salvation.
And all those clowns on the conveyor belt can rush by without us.

Lunjo...
If anyone comes looking for me, lie like I am dead.
And my dear, set the alarm clock to Wednesday. Or was it Thursday?
Outside the house it is freezing cold. The winter rules.
And the wind howls like mad. But in here, everything is perfect.
Because I have you with me...

You always know the best approach. With you, I can easily defend our throne.
You are that thread, that rare spice, that provides a special touch.
You are my little magician, who brings salvation.
And all those clowns on the conveyor belt can rush by without us.

You always know the special words to say.
You feel much more quietly than anyone else.
You have a laugh that heals me.
You turn even curses into poetry.