Poeta - Oliver traduction en anglais

Poeta

Sad je kasno da se kajen
Nima nazad s oveg puta
Pustin nebom sve dok traje
Moja zvizda neka luta

Ne razumim ništa više
Samo pismu duša jubi
I na vodi rič što piše
Ona sebe ludo gubi

Potroši san mladost
I dušu i tilo
A sve lipo ča je bilo
Ča je ludo srce snilo
U pismi se zbilo

Sad ladne su noći
I grko je vino
Neka skonča ovo tilo
Kad sve lipo ča je bilo
Tek srcu se snilo

Potroši san mladost
I dušu i tilo

Sudbo moja ča mi dade
Da su stvarni snovi stari
Jedan cvit u krilo pade
Mojoj slomljenoj gitari

I da neće mora daje
Ovo srce ča se dalo
Dok van s vitron pismu šalje
Njemu osta lišće palo

Potroši san mladost
I dušu i tilo
A sve lipo ča je bilo
Ča je ludo srce snilo
U pismi se zbilo

Sad ladne su noći
I grko je vino
Neka skonča ovo tilo
Kad sve lipo ča je bilo
Tek srcu se snilo

Potroši san mladost
I dušu i tilo

Poet

Now, it's too late to turn back
There's no going back from this path
Let it float through the sky forever
Let my star wander

I don't understand anything anymore
My soul only kisses letters
And the word written on the water
It's driving itself crazy

I've wasted my youth
And my soul and body
And all the good things that were
That my crazy heart dreamt of
Have come true in the letters

Now, the nights are cold
And the wine is bitter
Let this body end
When all the good things that were
Were only dreamt of by my heart

I've wasted my youth
And my soul and body

Oh, my fate, what have you given me
That the old dreams have become real
A flower falls into my lap
On my broken guitar

And the seas won't give
This heart that gave itself
While it sends letters through the wind
All that's left is fallen leaves

I've wasted my youth
And my soul and body
And all the good things that were
That my crazy heart dreamt of
Have come true in the letters

Now, the nights are cold
And the wine is bitter
Let this body end
When all the good things that were
Were only dreamt of by my heart

I've wasted my youth
And my soul and body