Paroles et traduction MCN - Celija 44

Celija 44

Sta bih dao da sam ptica, da odavde odletim,
Da vidim vasa lica, uvek kad vas se setim
Da grlim svoju majku, jer mi fali puno,
Deca veruju u bajku, a ja verujem u cudo.
Sanjam da setam ulicom sa svojim ocem,
Stvari fale kad ih nemas, a ne kupuju se novcem.
Ulazim u kucu, ispred vrata cujem rep.
Kol'ko puta probudi me svoga brata snazan smeh.
Sta bih dao da sam nebo, da te gledam kako setas,
Satima bih tebe gled'o a da to ni ne znas.
Ti si divna cura i zasluzujes mnogo,
Ovo nije gluma srce ne glumi dobro.
Svakog jutra srusen san iz oka iskren sto vire,
Pocinje jos jedan dan kada cujes pancire.
Sta bih dao da sam ptica da odavde odletim,
Ovo je iskrena prica Celije 44.

Ovo je moja celija, dani nisu lepi.
Moja celija, 44.
Ovo je moja celija, nebo je uvek sivo.
24 sata, to je moj zivot.

Znam da zaplaces cesto, jer ne znas gde je tvoj sin,
Legnes na moje mesto mislis kako je i s' kim'
Gledas moje slike, suza sama pada,
Tvoj sin je dobro mama, nije zedan i gladan.
Sta bih dao da mogu videti prijatelje prave,
Znam da pomenu cesto svoga druga iza brave.
Sete se mene, mojih pesama i rima,
Kad prica krene, oni naruce mi civas.
Sta bih dao da sam vetar koji miluje ti lice,
Budem deo tvoga sveta, pricam najlepse ti price,
Sklonim ti kosu, tiho ljubim te po vratu,
Pipnem po nosu pa se spustim ka stomaku
Voleo bih znati sta ce biti sutra,
Prolaze sati ali ostaje trenutak
Jos jedno jutro ja sam svestan da sam ovde
S' kljucem u bravi, probudi me gutten morgen.

Ovo je moja celija, dani nisu lepi.
Moja celija, 44.
Ovo je moja celija, nebo je uvek sivo.
24 sata, to je mojzivot.

Koliko puta pomislim na neke nebitne sitnice,
Nebitne ljude, osmeh ozari mi lice.
Dugi minuti, 1001 prica,
Sedim na klupi, svuda zidovi i zica.
Gledam u ljude, menjaju se k'o na traci,
Odlaze Junge, Krsta, Burga i Aladji,
Dovode druge, s' istim izrazom na faci,
Kako da bude, drzim zivot svoj u saci.
Sta bih dao da sam zvezda nocu da ti cuvam san,
Nocas napravi mi mesta, odlazim kad svane dan.
Odlazim tamo, samo hrabri se ne boje,
Gde svi se znamo, a gde niko ne zna ko je.
Tako mi fali ono sto je bilo moje,
Zivot je mali, naspram stvari sto ga kroje.
Cekate mene, suza cesto podje vam,
26.4. ja ovde slavim rodjendan.

Ovo je moja celija, dani nisu lepi.
Moja celija, 44.
Ovo je moja celija, nebo je uvek sivo.
24 sata, to je moj zivot.

Cell 44

I wish I was a bird, to fly away from here,
To see your face, everytime I think of you.
To hug my mother, because I miss her so much,
Children believe in fairy tales, and I believe in miracles.
I dream of walking down the street with my father,
Things are missed when you don't have them, and can't be bought with money.
I enter the house and hear a rap outside the door,
How many times has my brother's loud laughter woken me up,
I wish I was the sky, to watch over you.
I would watch you for hours, and you would never know.
You are a beautiful girl and you deserve a lot.
This is not a joke, my heart doesn't act well.
Every morning, I awake, tears streaming from my eyes.
Another day begins and I hear the chains.
I wish I was a bird to fly away from here,
This is the truthful story of Cell 44.

This is my cell, the days are not beautiful.
My cell, 44.
This is my cell, the sky is always gray.
24 hours, this is my life.

I know you often cry, because you don't know where your son is,
You lie in my place, thinking about how he is and who he is with.
You look at my pictures, tears fall,
Your son is well, mom, he is not thirsty or hungry.
I wish I could see my true friends,
I know I often mention my friend behind the lock.
Remember me, my songs and rhymes,
When the story begins, they say cheers to me.
I wish I was the wind that caresses your face,
I will be a part of your world, I will tell you the most beautiful stories,
I will brush your hair, kiss you softly on the neck,
I will touch your nose and then go down to your stomach.
I would like to know what tomorrow will bring.
The hours pass but the moment remains.
Another morning I am aware that I am here.
With a key in the lock, waking me with a "Guten Morgen".

This is my cell, the days are not beautiful.
My cell, 44.
This is my cell, the sky is always gray.
24 hours, this is my life.

How many times do I think about insignificant little things,
Insignificant people, a smile lights up my face.
Long minutes, 1001 stories,
I sit on the bench, surrounded by walls and barbed wire.
I look at people, they change like on a conveyor belt,
Junge, Krsta, Burga and Aladji leave,
They bring others, with the same expression on their face,
As it should be, I hold my life in my hands.
I wish I was a star to guard your dreams at night,
Make room for me tonight, I'll leave when the day breaks.
I'll go where only the brave don't fear,
Where everyone knows each other, but no one knows who is who.
I miss what was mine,
Life is short, compared to the things that shape it.
You wait for me, tears often come to you,
26.4. I celebrate my birthday here.

This is my cell, the days are not beautiful.
My cell, 44.
This is my cell, the sky is always gray.
24 hours, this is my life.