Zapresic Boys - Opijen Tribinama - traduction des paroles en anglais

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Opijen Tribinama
Drunk on the Stands
Lutam gradom, u zraku osjeća se
I wander through the city, madness in the air,
Ludilo, što danima nas trese.
The craziness that has been shaking us for days.
Sve te brige, ništa važno nije
All those worries, nothing matters anymore
Jer se bliži taj trenutak,
Because that moment is approaching,
Kad naš mali kutak,
When our little corner of the universe,
Svemira te zove glasnije.
Calls to you louder.
Vjeruj nema do osjećaja
Trust me, there is no greater feeling
Kad si opijen tribinama
Than when you are drunk on the stands,
Ista krv tu spaja sve
The same blood connects us all,
Vrela dok se strasti bude.
Boiling as the passion rages.
Ista suza nam pada na dlan
The same tear falls on our palms,
Htjela bi ukrast predivan san
Wishing to steal a beautiful dream,
U njemu ista priča je
The same story in it,
Hrvatska ide i ne staje.
Croatia marches on and never stops.
Tvoja snaga, leži tu u nama
Your strength lies here within us,
Ne ti nikad, nećeš biti sama.
You will never be alone.
Od imena njenog u srcu steže
From her name it tightens in the heart,
Od prvoga dana ta ljubav nas veže.
From the first day that love binds us.
Oduvijek i zauvijek.
Forever and ever.
Vjeruj nema do osjećaja
Trust me, there is no greater feeling
Kad si opijen tribinama
Than when you are drunk on the stands,
Ista krv tu spaja sve
The same blood connects us all,
Vrela dok se strasti bude.
Boiling as the passion rages.
Ista suza nam pada na dlan
The same tear falls on our palms,
Htjela bi ukrast predivan san
Wishing to steal a beautiful dream,
U njemu ista priča je
The same story in it,
Hrvatska ide i ne staje.
Croatia marches on and never stops.
Vjeruj nema do osjećaja
Trust me, there is no greater feeling
Kad si opijen tribinama
Than when you are drunk on the stands,
Ista krv tu spaja sve
The same blood connects us all,
Vrela dok se strasti bude.
Boiling as the passion rages.
Ista suza nam pada na dlan
The same tear falls on our palms,
Htjela bi ukrast predivan san
Wishing to steal a beautiful dream,
U njemu ista priča je
The same story in it,
Hrvatska ide i ne staje.
Croatia marches on and never stops.





Writer(s): Bojan Salamon, Marko Novosel, Zdeslav Klaric


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