Jelena Rozga - Grizem - traduction des paroles en anglais

Paroles et traduction Jelena Rozga - Grizem




Grizem
I Bite My Lip
Ja sam rođena bez prava da nešto naslijedim i imam
I was born without the right to inherit or possess anything
I da izmičem se svima
And to avoid everyone
I u ljubavi da budem sluškinja, sluškinja
And in love to be a servant, a servant
Ja sam rođena bez prava da nešto naslijedim i imam
I was born without the right to inherit or possess anything
I da izmičem se svima
And to avoid everyone
I u ljubavi da budem sluškinja
And in love to be a servant
Nisam ponos našla na putu
I didn't find pride along the way
Neću trošiti na te više ni minutu
I won't waste another minute on you
Pa se grizem, pa se grizem tako često
So I bite my lip, I bite my lip so often
A kroz glavu misli petsto prolazi
And five hundred thoughts run through my head
Kako neko ko je bio prst i nokat
How someone who was as close as can be
Gleda kako onaj drugi odlazi
Watches the other one walk away
Propali kao dva žetona
We failed like two tokens
Sladili i svadbena zvona
We even tasted wedding bells
Nas dva pala šampiona
The two of us, fallen champions
Ponekad se prijeđu granice
Sometimes lines are crossed
Ti si pretjerao bome
You really overdid it
I sad nosim dvije tone bivše ljubavi na svojim leđima
And now I carry two tons of past love on my back
Nisam ponos našla na putu
I didn't find pride along the way
Neću trošiti na te više ni minutu
I won't waste another minute on you
Pa se grizem, pa se grizem tako često
So I bite my lip, I bite my lip so often
A kroz glavu misli petsto prolazi
And five hundred thoughts run through my head
Kako neko ko je bio prst i nokat
How someone who was as close as can be
Gleda kako onaj drugi odlazi
Watches the other one walk away
Propali kao dva žetona
We failed like two tokens
Sladili i svadbena zvona
We even tasted wedding bells
Nas dva pala šampiona
The two of us, fallen champions
Pa se grizem, pa se grizem tako često
So I bite my lip, I bite my lip so often
A kroz glavu misli petsto prolazi
And five hundred thoughts run through my head
Propali kao dva žetona
We failed like two tokens
Sladili i svadbena zvona
We even tasted wedding bells
Nas dva pala šampiona
The two of us, fallen champions
Nas dva pala šampiona
The two of us, fallen champions





Writer(s): Tonci Huljic, Remi Kazinoti, Vjekoslava Huljic


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