Paroles et traduction MONTENO KEMAL & CRVENA JABUKA - Crveni Poljupci

Crveni Poljupci

Nosio je vjetar pjesmu s Višnjika
Latice behara trešanja iz njene bašte
Tutnji pjesma k'o voz preko Bistrika
U to vrijeme imali smo ljubavi i mašte

A ja sanjam stare ulice
Sanjam njene poljupce

Latice su pale pored parkuše
Niklo je i stablo, godinama raste, cvjeta
Penju se i djeca poslije prve mrakuše
Gledaju iz krošnje kako naša mladost šeta

A ja sanjam stare ulice
Sanjam njene poljupce

Crvene poljupce, od karanfila crvenije
Onih sa Skenderije
Poljupce, crvene k'o njene usne
Tuga kao kiša pljusne
Kad god se nazad okrenem

Dunje su opet na ormarima
Kesteni se peku, prestala je pisma slati
S tugom je kao sa mornarima
Pojavi se, ode, pa se opet sutra vrati

A ja sanjam ulice
Sanjam njene poljupce

Crvene poljupce, od karanfila crvenije
Onih sa Skenderije
Poljupce, crvene k'o njene usne
Tuga kao kiša pljusne
Kad god se nazad okrenem

Crvene poljupce, od karanfila crvenije
Onih sa Skenderije
Poljupce, crvene k'o njene usne
Tuga kao kiša pljusne
Kad god se nazad okrenem

Crimson Kisses

The wind carried a song from Višnjik
Cherry blossom petals from her garden
The song roars like a train over Bistrik
At that time we had love and imagination

But I dream of the old streets
I dream of her kisses

The petals fell by the park bench
A tree sprouted and grew, blooming for years
Children climb it after dark
Watching from the canopy as our youth walks by

But I dream of the old streets
I dream of her kisses

Crimson kisses, redder than carnations
Those from Skenderija
Kisses, crimson like her lips
Sorrow pours like rain
Whenever I look back

Quince are again on the wardrobe
Chestnuts are roasting, she has stopped writing letters
With sorrow like the sailors
Appearing, leaving, then returning again tomorrow

But I dream of the streets
I dream of her kisses

Crimson kisses, redder than carnations
Those from Skenderija
Kisses, crimson like her lips
Sorrow pours like rain
Whenever I look back

Crimson kisses, redder than carnations
Those from Skenderija
Kisses, crimson like her lips
Sorrow pours like rain
Whenever I look back