Текст и перевод песни Ana Stanic - Nostalgija

Nostalgija

Godine prolaze tiho, nečujno
Polako klize izmiču
Kao kroz maglu me služi sećanje
Da ti si nekad bio tu
I dobro znam
Da svi su smešni posle tebe
To dobro znam
Al' to je sada nebitna stvar
Nostalgija
Jer je vazduh prepun tvojih mirisa
Nostalgija
To znači da sam te nekad volela
Nostalgija
Jer te krijem u svojim grudima
Nostalgija
Moja loša navika
Dugo je trebalo da ti oprostim
što odlaziš bez pozdrava
A sada plačem i sve ti opraštam
I shvatam to je sudbina
I dobro znam
Da svi su smešni posle tebe
To dobro znam
Al' to je sada nebitna stvar
Nostalgija
Jer je vazduh prepun tvojih mirisa
Nostalgija
To znači da sam te nekad volela
Nostalgija
Jer te krijem u svojim grudima
Nostalgija
Moja loša navika
I dobro znam
Da svi su smešni posle tebe
To dobro znam
Al' to je sada nebitna stvar
Nostalgija
Jer je vazduh prepun tvojih mirisa
Nostalgija
To znači da sam te nekad volela
Nostalgija
Jer te krijem u svojim grudima
Nostalgija
Moja loša navika
Godine prolaze tiho, nečujno
Polako klize izmiču

Nostalgia

The years pass quietly, inaudible
Slowly slipping away
Like through a haze, a memory serves me
That you were here once
And I know well
That all are ridiculous after you
I know it well
But that is now an unimportant thing
Nostalgia
Because the air is full of your scents
Nostalgia
This means that I once loved you
Nostalgia
Because I hide you in my bosom
Nostalgia
My bad habit
It took me a long time to forgive you
For leaving without saying goodbye
But now I cry and forgive you everything
And I understand that this is fate
And I know well
That all are ridiculous after you
I know it well
But that is now an unimportant thing
Nostalgia
Because the air is full of your scents
Nostalgia
This means that I once loved you
Nostalgia
Because I hide you in my bosom
Nostalgia
My bad habit
And I know well
That all are ridiculous after you
I know it well
But that is now an unimportant thing
Nostalgia
Because the air is full of your scents
Nostalgia
This means that I once loved you
Nostalgia
Because I hide you in my bosom
Nostalgia
My bad habit
The years pass quietly, inaudible
Slowly slipping away