Текст и перевод песни Crvena Jabuka - Mjeseče

Mjeseče

Dovoljan je meni
Jedan pokret tvoj da ostanem
Zarobljen u dodir
Zaboravim na bol i postanem

Bolji da pjevam, da plačem, da ljubim
Još mogu sve
Al' tebe da mrzim
Tebi da sudim
To ne mogu, ne

Na dodir moj od stida
Sakrila bi pogled
Pustila bi kosu
Pamtim tvoje ruke
Osjetim ti prste
Mirišem ti kožu

Mogu da pjevam, da plačem, da ljubim
Još mogu sve
Al' tebe da mrzim
Tebi da sudim
To ne mogu, ne

Mjeseče, kad si velik, pun i žut
Hajde mi se javi
Otjeraj mrak, obasjaj put
Da je nađem(da je nađem)
I u ruci donesem
Nije gruda leda
Srce što od tuge preskače
Što je nema

Ne vjerujem više
U priče i u laži
Da vrijeme čini svoje
Ne znam ni jednu
Čije bi me oči gledale k'o tvoje

Mogu da pjevam
Da plačem, da ljubim
Još mogu sve
Al' tebe da mrzim
Tebi da sudim

Mjeseče, kad si velik, pun i žut
Hajde mi se javi
Otjeraj mrak, obasjaj put
Da je nađem(da je nađem)
I u ruci donesem
Nije gruda leda
Srce što od tuge preskače
Što je nema

My Moon

For me, it is enough,
Just one movement of yours, for me to stay frozen
Trapped in your touch,
I forget about the pain and become

Better to sing, to cry, to love,
I can do it all.
But to hate you,
To judge you,
I can't do that, no.

From my touch, out of shame,
You would hide your gaze,
You would let your hair down,
I remember your hands,
I feel your fingers,
I smell your skin.

I can sing, to cry, to love,
I can do it all.
But to hate you,
To judge you,
I can't do that, no.

O Moon, when you are big, full and yellow,
Come to me,
Drive away the darkness, light the way,
For me to find her(to find her)
And bring her in my arms,
She is not a lump of ice,
A heart that skips from sorrow
That she is not.

No longer do I believe
In stories and in lies
That time mends all,
I know of no one
Whose eyes would look at me like yours.

I can sing
To cry, to love,
I can do it all.
But to hate you,
To judge you,

O Moon, when you are big, full and yellow,
Come to me,
Drive away the darkness, light the way,
For me to find her(to find her)
And bring her in my arms,
She is not a lump of ice,
A heart that skips from sorrow
That she is not.