Paroles et traduction Vanna - Izmiješane Boje

Izmiješane Boje

Zašto ne bi bilo teško
Kada čuješ da se smijem
Moraš znati da sam dobro
I da više to ne krijem

Zašto ne bi bilo teško
Kada čuješ kako pričam
Ovog puta imam sreće
Pa me voli nitko tebi sličan

Ima nešto samo tvoje
Moga platna izmješane boje
Pa se bojim kako ni na što ne sliči
Pa se bojim kad ti trebam prići

Ima nešto al' nije pri ruci
Stare pjesme, dobro znani zvuci
Al' se čini k'o da pjevam preko volje
Još je dobro, al' je bilo bolje
Još je dobro, al' je bilo bolje

Zašto ne bi htjela život
K'o što drugi ljudi žive
Malo sreće, više tuge
Al' za tugu druge krive

Zašto ne bi bilo teško
Kada čuješ kako pričam
Ovog puta imam sreće
Pa me voli nitko tebi sličan

Ima nešto samo tvoje
Moga platna izmješane boje
Pa se bojim kako ni na što ne sliči
Pa se bojim kad ti trebam prići

Ima nešto al' nije pri ruci
Stare pjesme, dobro znani zvuci
Al' se čini k'o da pjevam preko volje
Još je dobro, al' je bilo bolje
Još je dobro, al' je bilo bolje

Ima nešto, al' nije pri ruci
Stare pjesme, dobro znani zvuci
Al' se čini k'o da pjevam preko volje
Još je dobro, al' je bilo bolje
Ma, još je dobro, al' je bilo bolje

Intermingled Colors

Why wouldn't it be hard
When you hear me laughing
You must know I am good
And I don't hide it anymore

Why wouldn't it be hard
When you hear me talking
This time I have luck
Because someone who is similar to you loves me

There's something that's only yours
The intermingled colors of my canvas
So I'm afraid it doesn't resemble anything at all
So I'm afraid when I need to approach you

There's something but it's not at hand
Old songs, well-known sounds
But it seems as if I sing against my will
It's still good, but it used to be better
It's still good, but it used to be better

Why wouldn't I want a life
As other people live
A little luck, more sadness
But I blame others for the sadness

Why wouldn't it be hard
When you hear me talking
This time I have luck
Because someone who is similar to you loves me

There's something that's only yours
The intermingled colors of my canvas
So I'm afraid it doesn't resemble anything at all
So I'm afraid when I need to approach you

There's something but it's not at hand
Old songs, well-known sounds
But it seems as if I sing against my will
It's still good, but it used to be better
It's still good, but it used to be better

There's something, but it's not at hand
Old songs, well-known sounds
But it seems as if I sing against my will
It's still good, but it used to be better
Oh well, it's still good, but it used to be better