Mia Borisavljevic feat. Anabela - Sto ratova - traduction des paroles en anglais

Paroles et traduction Mia Borisavljevic feat. Anabela - Sto ratova




Sto ratova
A Hundred Battles
Tražila sam ga u svakom
I searched for you in everyone
Letela sam kao ptica
I flew like a bird
Kroz oluje i kroz mećave
Through storms and blizzards
A bilo je ovo malo
But this was so little
Srce kao pozornica
The heart as the stage
Loši glumci, loše predstave
Bad actors, bad performances
Novi grad, novi broj
A new city, a new number
Neko moj nije moj
Someone that's mine isn't mine
Ja ga molim da ode što pre
I ask him to leave as soon as possible
Pa da prespavam dan
So I can sleep through the day
Da i ovaj precrtam
And I can cross out this one too
Jedan manje za kajanje
One less for regrets
Sto ratova, a nigde junaka
A hundred battles, but no hero
Sto gradova, a nigde zemljaka
A hundred cities, but no fellow countryman
Sto ulica ovog srca mog
A hundred streets of this heart of mine
Nijedna do srca njegovog
Not one leads to his heart
Tražila sam ga u svakom
I searched for you in everyone
Letela sam kao ptica
I flew like a bird
Kroz oluje i kroz mećave
Through storms and blizzards
A bilo je ovo malo
But this was so little
Srce kao pozornica
The heart as the stage
Loši glumci, loše predstave
Bad actors, bad performances
Novi grad, novi broj
A new city, a new number
Neko moj nije moj
Someone that's mine isn't mine
Ja ga molim da ode što pre
I ask him to leave as soon as possible
Pa da prespavam dan
So I can sleep through the day
Da i ovaj precrtam
And I can cross out this one too
Jedan manje za kajanje
One less for regrets
Sto ratova, a nigde junaka
A hundred battles, but no hero
Sto gradova, a nigde zemljaka
A hundred cities, but no fellow countryman
Sto ulica ovog srca mog
A hundred streets of this heart of mine
Nijedna do srca njegovog
Not one leads to his heart
Tražila sam ga u svakom
I searched for you in everyone
Kroz oluje
Through storms
Letela sam kao ptica
I flew like a bird
Kroz mećave
Through blizzards
Sto ratova, a nigde junaka
A hundred battles, but no hero
Sto gradova, a nigde zemljaka
A hundred cities, but no fellow countryman
Sto ulica ovog srca mog
A hundred streets of this heart of mine
Nijedna do srca njegovog
Not one leads to his heart
Sto ratova, a nigde junaka
A hundred battles, but no hero
Sto gradova, a nigde zemljaka
A hundred cities, but no fellow countryman
Sto ulica ovog srca mog
A hundred streets of this heart of mine
Nijedna do srca njegovog
Not one leads to his heart





Writer(s): Bane Opacic


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