Paroles et traduction Mia Borisavljevic - Sto ratova

Sto ratova

Tražila sam ga u svakom
Letela sam kao ptica
Kroz oluje i kroz mećave
A bilo je ovo malo
Srce kao pozornica
Loši glumci loše predstave
Novi grad, Novi broj
Neko moj nije moj
Ja ga molim da ode što pre
Pa da prespavam dan
Da i ovaj precrtam
Jedan manje za kajanje

Sto ratova, a nigde junaka
Sto gradova, a nigde zemljaka
Sto ulica ovog srca mog
Ni jedna do srca njegovog

Tražila sam ga u svakom
Letela sam kao ptica
Kroz oluje i kroz mećave
A bilo je ovo malo srce kao pozornica
Loši glumci, Loše predstave
Novi grad, Novi broj
Neko moj nije moj
Ja ga molim da ode što pre
Pa da prespavam dan
Da i ovaj precrtam
Jedan manje za kajanje

Sto ratova, a nigde junaka
Sto gradova, a nigde zemljaka
Sto ulica ovog srca mog
Ni jedna do srca njegovog

Tražila sam ga u svakom kroz oluje
Letela sam kao ptica
Kroz mećave

Sto ratova, a nigde junaka
Sto gradova, a nigde zemljaka
Sto ulica ovog srca mog
Ni jedna do srca njegovog
Sto ratova, a nigde junaka
Sto gradova, a nigde zemljaka
Sto ulica ovog srca mog
Ni jedna do srca njegovog

Hundred Battles

I searched for you in every man
I flew like a dove
Through storms and blizzards
But this was too little
Heart like a stage
Bad actors, bad performances
New city, New number
Someone that's mine isn't mine
I beg him to leave as fast as possible
So I can sleep through the day
So I can cross this one out too
One less to regret

Hundred battles, but no warriors
Hundred cities, but no countrymen
Hundred streets of this my heart
Not a single one leads to his

I searched for you in every man
I flew like a dove
Through storms and blizzards
But this was too little, a heart like a stage
Bad actors, bad performances
New city, New number
Someone that's mine isn't mine
I beg him to leave as fast as possible
So I can sleep through the day
So I can cross this one out too
One less to regret

Hundred battles, but no warriors
Hundred cities, but no countrymen
Hundred streets of this my heart
Not a single one leads to his

I searched for you in every man through storms
I flew like a dove
Through blizzards

Hundred battles, but no warriors
Hundred cities, but no countrymen
Hundred streets of this my heart
Not a single one leads to his
Hundred battles, but no warriors
Hundred cities, but no countrymen
Hundred streets of this my heart
Not a single one leads to his