Paroles et traduction Zdravko Čolić - Pamuk

Pamuk

Prolazi bez tebe prva zima
Svaka tvoja sitnica sudbinu ima
Zbijeni ljudi, k′o grozdovi
Kroz maglu vuku se k'o vozovi
Tišina negdje kuje zavjeru
I eto te ni otkud
Taman kad tugu ispratim
U novi zagrljaj tek se uselim
Da zavolim, to se ne usudim
To je uzalud
K′o pamuk ruke tvoje nježne
Još pamtim kad mi dođes nedeljom
Na meni ostaviće čežnje
I tvoji dodiri sa posvetom
K'o pamuk ruke tvoje nježne
Još pamtim kad mi dođeš nedeljom
Prolaze noći, idu dani
Ali ni jedan više sa tobom
Snove k'o čamce usidrim
Da ne sanjam te, da se ne mučim
Al′ uvijek nađe me k′o osveta
Ta tvoja posveta
Taman kad tugu ispratim
U novi zagrljaj tek se uselim
Da zavolim, to se ne usudim
To je uzalud
K'o pamuk ruke tvoje nježne
Još pamtim kad mi dođeš nedeljom
Na meni ostaviće čežnje
I tvoji dodiri sa posvetom
K′o pamuk ruke tvoje nježne
Još pamtim kad mi dođeš nedeljom
Na meni ostaviće čežnje
I tvoji dodiri sa posvetom
K'o pamuk ruke tvoje nježne
Još pamtim kad mi dođes nedeljom
Prolaze noći, idu dani
Ali ni jedan više sa tobom
Prolazi, bez tebe prva zima
Prolazi, prolazi, prolazi

Cotton

The first winter passes without you
Every little thing about you has its own destiny
Crowded people, like clusters of grapes
Through the fog, they drag themselves like trains
Silence is conspiring somewhere
And there you are from nowhere
Just when I have escorted grief away
I've just moved into a new embrace
I don't dare to love again
It's in vain
Your hands are tender like cotton
I still remember when you came to me on Sunday
Longing will be left on me
And your touches with devotion
Your hands are tender like cotton
I still remember when you came to me on Sunday
Nights pass, days go by
But not a single one with you anymore
I anchor dreams like boats
So I won't dream of you, so I won't torment myself
But it always finds me like revenge
Your devotion
Just when I have escorted grief away
I've just moved into a new embrace
I don't dare to love again
It's in vain
Your hands are tender like cotton
I still remember when you came to me on Sunday
Longing will be left on me
And your touches with devotion
Your hands are tender like cotton
I still remember when you came to me on Sunday
Longing will be left on me
And your touches with devotion
Your hands are tender like cotton
I still remember when you came to me on Sunday
Nights pass, days go by
But not a single one with you anymore
It passes, without you, the first winter
Passes, passes, passes