Paroles et traduction Jole - Ptice putuju

Ptice putuju

Ne znam koji je dan, ni koja je ura
Da li vani pada kiša, il' puše bura
Samo znam da zima je, a nema te
A duša crta tvoje slike pa mi baca pred noge

Ovo trnje i drače od naše ljubavi
Za sve sam kriv, oprosti mi, oprosti

Ptice putuju, ljudi tuguju
Jutra prolaze, tvoje poruke ne dolaze
Ptice putuju, ljudi tuguju
Sanjam ti glas i stalno mislim na nas

Ptice putuju, ljudi tuguju
Jutra prolaze, tvoje poruke ne dolaze
Ptice putuju, ljudi tuguju
A ja kao da ti čujem glas
I uvijek mislim na nas

Ovo trnje i drače od naše ljubavi
Za sve sam kriv, oprosti mi, oprosti

Ptice putuju, ljudi tuguju
Jutra prolaze, tvoje poruke ne dolaze
Ptice putuju, ljudi tuguju
Sanjam ti glas i stalno mislim na nas

Ptice putuju, ljudi tuguju
Jutra prolaze, tvoje poruke ne dolaze
Ptice putuju, ljudi tuguju
Sanjam ti glas i stalno mislim na nas

Na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na

Tvoje poruke ne dolaze
Ptice putuju, ljudi tuguju
A ja kao da ti čujem glas

Još uvijek mislim na nas, na nas

Ptice putuju

I do not know what day it is, nor what time it is
Whether it is raining outside, or if the wind is blowing
I only know that it is winter, and that you are not here
And my soul draws pictures of you and throws them before my feet

This thorn bush and clump from our love
I am to blame for all, forgive me, forgive me

Birds migrate, people grieve
Mornings pass by, and your messages do not come
Birds migrate, people grieve
I dream of your voice and I constantly think of us

Birds migrate, people grieve
Mornings pass by, and your messages do not come
Birds migrate, people grieve
And I feel as if I can hear your voice
And I always think of us

This thorn bush and clump from our love
I am to blame for all, forgive me, forgive me

Birds migrate, people grieve
Mornings pass by, and your messages do not come
Birds migrate, people grieve
I dream of your voice and I constantly think of us

Birds migrate, people grieve
Mornings pass by, and your messages do not come
Birds migrate, people grieve
I dream of your voice and I constantly think of us

La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la

Your messages do not come
Birds migrate, people grieve
And I feel as if I hear your voice

I still think of us, of us