Текст песни и перевод на английский Kemal Monteno - Pismo Prijatelju

Pismo Prijatelju

Poljubac sa okusom kolača tvoje bake
Ciganska pjesma sa stare trake
Vilsonovo, Bašćaršija, prva ljubav ostala

Korpa sa bebom pred mojim vratima
Miriše Mostar u sitnim satima
Na Rondou ljubavi rođeni su ostali

Dimnjačar na krovu, tvoje oči u mraku
Ćuprija na Drini, golub u zraku
Iz inata rođena, behar grana procvala

Ako pitaš gdje sam sada
Ne idem iz ovog grada
Sve je moje ovdje ostalo

Ako pitaš kako mi je
Da ti roknu samo dvije
Sve bi ti se samo kazalo

Nikome se ne ponovilo
Nikome se ne ponovilo

Dugo, toplo ljeto, Zenica, tombola
Crno-bijeli TV, na njemu gondola
Frtalj hljeba crnoga, boja teških godina

Dva-tri metra snijega i tutanj ligura
Pusti Fiću kad ne pali
Dok ga raja ne gura
Na ormaru dunje dv'je
Ja još čuvam za tebe

Onamo il' tamo, mlijeko, varenika
Svima ravno do mora
A more Zelenika
Od Makarske do Neuma
Uspomena ostala

Ako pitaš gdje sam sada
Ne idem iz ovog grada
Sve je moje ovdje ostalo

Ako pitaš kako mi je
Da ti roknu samo dvije
Sve bi ti se samo kazalo

Ako pitaš gdje sam sada
Ne idem iz ovog grada
Sve je moje ovdje ostalo

Ako pitaš kako mi je
Da ti roknu samo dvije
Sve bi ti se samo kazalo

Nikome se ne ponovilo
Nikome se ne ponovilo
Nikome se ne ponovilo
Nikada se ne ponovilo

Letter to a Friend

A kiss with the taste of your grandma's cake
A gypsy song from an old tape
Wilson's promenade, Baščaršija, first love remained

A basket with a baby at my doorstep
Mostar's scent in the small hours
At the Rondo of Love, those born there stayed

Chimney sweep on the roof, your eyes in the dark
The Bridge on the Drina, a dove in the air
Born out of spite, a blossoming branch of pear

If you ask where I am now
I'm not leaving this town
Everything I have is here

If you ask how I am
If I could just tell you a thing or two
Everything would be revealed to you

Never to be repeated
Never to be repeated

Long, hot summer, Zenica, bingo
Black and white TV, a gondola on the screen
A quarter of black bread, the color of hard times

Two or three meters of snow and the roar of the south wind
Leave the old Fićo when it won't start
Until the guys push it
Two quinces on the wardrobe
I'm still keeping them for you

Here or there, milk, varenika (dumplings)
Equal distance to the sea for everyone
And the sea is Zelenika
From Makarska to Neum
Memories remain

If you ask where I am now
I'm not leaving this town
Everything I have is here

If you ask how I am
If I could just tell you a thing or two
Everything would be revealed to you

If you ask where I am now
I'm not leaving this town
Everything I have is here

If you ask how I am
If I could just tell you a thing or two
Everything would be revealed to you

Never to be repeated
Never to be repeated
Never to be repeated
Never to be repeated