Paroles et traduction Zeljko Samardzic - Mesec U Vodi

Mesec U Vodi

Kao mesec u vodi,
Tako ja u tvojim ocima,
Cim novo jutro se rodi
K′o da me nije bilo nikada.

I ne znam kuda to vodi,
Gde se ja tu uklapam,
U pazli tvoga zivota
Ja sam uvek bio suvisan.

Dok svako bira svoju stranu postelje
Sve dublji je jaz,
Jos dvoje bi u sredini
Moglo da se budi pored nas.

Dok svako sebi kafu sprema
Dusama djavo se raduje,
Gde ponos dodje po svoje
Tu ljubav kofere vec pakuje.

Dok svako bira svoju stranu postelje
Sve dublji je jaz,
Jos dvoje bi u sredini
Moglo da se budi pored nas.

Dok svako sebi kafu sprema
Dusama djavo se raduje,
Gde ponos dodje po svoje
Tu ljubav kofere vec pakuje.

Kao pero na vetru,
Tako ja u tvojim snovima,
Ljubav i bol u duetu,
Gutljaj vina, gutljaj otrova.

I ne znam kada ni zasto
Smo u naviku zalutali,
Zato i najvise bole
Reci koje smo precutali.

Dok svako bira svoju stranu postelje
Sve dublji je jaz,
Jos dvoje bi u sredini
Moglo da se budi pored nas.

Dok svako sebi kafu sprema
Dusama djavo se raduje,
Gde ponos dodje po svoje
Tu ljubav kofere vec pakuje.

Dok svako bira svoju stranu postelje
Sve dublji je jaz,
Jos dvoje bi u sredini
Moglo da se budi pored nas.

Dok svako sebi kafu sprema
Dusama djavo se raduje,
Gde ponos dodje po svoje
Tu ljubav kofere vec pakuje.
Gde ponos dodje po svoje
Tu ljubav kofere vec pakuje.
Gde ponos dodje po svoje
Tu ljubav kofere vec pakuje.

Moon in Water

Like a moon in the water,
So am I in your eyes,
As new day is born
As if I never was there at all.

And I don't know where this leads,
Where do I fit in,
In the grid of your life
I have always been superfluous.

While everyone choose their side of the bed
The chasm is getting bigger,
Two more would fit in the middle
Could wake up next to us.

While everyone makes their own coffee
The devil rejoices in souls,
Where the pride comes to its own
The love packs its suitcases already.

While everyone choose their side of the bed
The chasm is getting bigger,
Two more would fit in the middle
Could wake up next to us.

While everyone makes their own coffee
The devil rejoices in souls,
Where the pride comes to its own
The love packs its suitcases already.

Like a feather in the wind,
So am I in your dreams,
Love and pain in a duet,
A sip of wine, a sip of a poison.

And I don't know when or why
We got lost in the habit,
That's why they hurt the most
Words we have silenced.

While everyone choose their side of the bed
The chasm is getting bigger,
Two more would fit in the middle
Could wake up next to us.

While everyone makes their own coffee
The devil rejoices in souls,
Where the pride comes to its own
The love packs its suitcases already.

While everyone choose their side of the bed
The chasm is getting bigger,
Two more would fit in the middle
Could wake up next to us.

While everyone makes their own coffee
The devil rejoices in souls,
Where the pride comes to its own
The love packs its suitcases already.
Where the pride comes to its own
The love packs its suitcases already.
Where the pride comes to its own
The love packs its suitcases already.