Paroles et traduction Duško Kuliš - Zima

Zima

Evo zašto istina me boli
Moje staro ja više ne postoji
Godine su učinile svoje
Mnogo ih je pa se svega boje

U kosu mi zalutala zima
Na lice se urezale bore
Umorile se oči lutalice
Odaju ih suze izdajice

Lako starost zaplače od sreće
A još lakše zaplače od bola
Jer živote činili smo čuda
U mladosti u vremena luda

Lako starost zaplače od sreće
A još lakše zaplače od bola
Jer živote činili smo čuda
U mladosti u vremena luda

U kosu mi zalutala zima
Na lice se urezale bore
Usporili u manju brzinu
Ja i žene, a i uspomene

Lako starost zaplače od sreće
A još lakše zaplače od bola
Jer živote činili smo čuda
U mladosti u vremena luda

Lako starost zaplače od sreće
A još lakše zaplače od bola
Jer živote činili smo čuda
U mladosti u vremena luda
Jer živote činili smo čuda
U mladosti u vremena luda
U mladosti u vremena luda

Winter

This is why the truth hurts, my love,
My old self no longer exists.
The years have taken their toll,
So many of them, I fear them all.

Winter has strayed into my hair, my dear,
Wrinkles have etched themselves upon my face.
My wandering eyes have grown weary,
Betrayed by tears that trace their path.

Old age cries easily from joy, you see,
And even more easily from pain.
For we performed miracles, my sweet,
In our youth, in those crazy times.

Old age cries easily from joy, you see,
And even more easily from pain.
For we performed miracles, my sweet,
In our youth, in those crazy times.

Winter has strayed into my hair, my dear,
Wrinkles have etched themselves upon my face.
Slowed down to a lower speed,
Me and women, and memories too.

Old age cries easily from joy, you see,
And even more easily from pain.
For we performed miracles, my sweet,
In our youth, in those crazy times.

Old age cries easily from joy, you see,
And even more easily from pain.
For we performed miracles, my sweet,
In our youth, in those crazy times.
For we performed miracles, my sweet,
In our youth, in those crazy times.
In our youth, in those crazy times.