Текст и перевод песни Crvena Jabuka feat. Kemal Monteno - Nekako S Proljeća

Nekako S Proljeća

Nekako s proljeca,
Uvjek meni doluta
Neka ceznja tamna,
Tiha mudrost davna.
Spustam ja stare kofere
Na perone sudbine,
To je miris zrelih godina,
Moja kaput bas je tezak,
Najdraza.
Nekako s proljeca,
Ja se sjetim starih drugova.
Probude se u meni
Svi derneci pijani.
Tad nosim stre cipele,
One znaju moje ulice.
To je boja crnoponocna,
Moje koraci bas su teski,
Najdraza.
I opet taj osecaj samoce,
Kad nece nikog mene krene i hoce.
I opet mrakom svoje pjesme bojim,
Pijan od zelje za usnama tvojim.
Sav sam ti od ludila,
Nekako s proljeca.
Nekako s proljeca,
Sjeti mene nepravda,
Na pobede, poraze,
I sve lazne obzire.
Napravim racun prastanja,
Popijem pusta mastanja.
To je ukus ljepog kajanja.
Moji kapci bas su teski.
Najdraza.
Nekako s proljeca,
Noc mi oci otvara.
Nemam san da uhvatim,
Nema dana da ne izgubim.
A hocu da te vodim ja,
Tragom sunca, jugom maslina,
To je dodor tvojih bedara.
Moja dusa, bas te voli,
Najdraza.
I opet taj osecaj samoce,
Kad nece nikog mene krene i hoce.
I opet mrakom svoje pjesme bojim,
Pijan od zelje za usnama tvojim.
Sav sam ti od ludila,
Nekako s proljeca.
Sav sam ti od ludila,
Nekako s proljeca.
Sav sam ti od ludila,
Bez tebe, s proljeca.

Spring Fever

Spring fever,
Always gets to me,
A yearning dark,
Ancient, silent wisdom.
I unpack old suitcases
On the platform of destiny,
A scent of ripe years,
My coat, so heavy,
My dearest.
Spring fever,
Brings memories of old friends,
They wake within me,
All those drunken revelries.
I'll wear my fancy shoes,
They know my streets.
The color of midnight,
My steps, so heavy,
My dearest.
And again, that feeling of solitude,
When no one wants me, but I keep going.
And again, I paint my songs with darkness,
Drunk on the desire for your lips.
I'm all yours, in my madness,
Spring fever.
Spring fever,
Reminds me of injustice,
Victories, failures,
And deceptive appearances.
I settle accounts of forgiveness,
I drink alone in my sorrow.
The taste of beautiful repentance.
My eyelids, so heavy.
My dearest.
Spring fever,
The night opens my eyes.
There's no dream I can catch,
No day I won't lose.
But I want to take you,
Following the sun, through the olive groves,
Your thighs like ripe fruit.
My soul loves you deeply,
My dearest.
And again, that feeling of solitude,
When no one wants me, but I keep going.
And again, I paint my songs with darkness,
Drunk on the desire for your lips.
I'm all yours, in my madness,
Spring fever.
I'm all yours, in my madness,
Spring fever.
I'm all yours, in my madness,
Without you, in springtime.