Текст и перевод песни Djordje Balasevic - O, kako tuznih ljubavi ima (Live) - Live

O, kako tuznih ljubavi ima (Live) - Live

Profesor Lukić sa četvrtog sprata, je živeo prilično sam.
A decu je ušio ljubavne pesme, sonete i šta ti ja znam.

O kako tužnih ljubavi ima, baš nešto razmišljam:
Njegova žena, Lukić Milena, s drugim je otišla.
O kako tužnih ljubavi ima, ovaj svet je ispunjen njima,
Sve više sumnjam da neko sretno i voli još.

A gospođa Ruža je radila goblen i subotom igrala tač.
Od muža joj ostalo par žutih slika, oficirska kapa i mač.

O kako tužnih ljubavi ima, baš nešto razmišljam:
Poručnik Bata, iz prvog rata, nije se vratio.
O kako tužnih ljubavi ima, ovaj svet je ispunjen njima,
Sve više sumnjam da neko sretno i voli još.

Pišu romane, pesme, novele, o tome kako ljubav uvek nađe put.
Znam neke sive,
Tužne hotele i neke prazne sobe gde je uvek onaj strašni mir.

O kako tužnih ljubavi ima, baš nešto razmišljam...

Anđelija Prokić je čekala princa i njegovu čarobnu moć,
Da joj otplati kredit,
Da joj napravi klinca, da je voli do kasno u noć.

O kako tužnih ljubavi ima, baš nesto razmišljam:
Njen suprug Bane, noći i dane, nije se treznio.
O kako tužnih ljubavi ima, ovaj svet je ispunjen njima,
Sve više sumnjam da neko sretno i voli još.

A kad se jednom, u dva i deset, vratio kući željan ljubavi i sna,
Našao pismo, pao u nesvest,
žena mu s Lukićem iz prve strofe pobegla u noć.

O kako tužnih ljubavi ima, baz nešto razmišljam

O, how many sad loves there are (Live) - Live

Professor Lukić from the fourth floor, lived a pretty lonely life.
But he taught children love poems, sonnets, and who knows what else.

Oh, how many sad loves there are, I've been thinking:
His wife, Lukić Milena, left with another man.
Oh, how many sad loves there are, this world is filled with them,
I increasingly doubt that anyone is happy and still in love.

And Mrs. Ruža used to embroider tapestries and play bridge on Saturdays.
All that's left of her husband are a few yellowed pictures, an officer's cap and a sword.

Oh, how many sad loves there are, I've been thinking:
Lieutenant Bata, from the first war, never came back.
Oh, how many sad loves there are, this world is filled with them,
I increasingly doubt that anyone is happy and still in love.

They write novels, poems, stories, about how love always finds a way.
I know some gray,
Sad hotels and some empty rooms where there's always that awful peace.

Oh, how many sad loves there are, I've been thinking...

Anđelija Prokić waited for a prince and his magical power,
To pay off her credit card,
To make her a baby, to love her until late in the night.

Oh, how many sad loves there are, I've been thinking:
Her husband Bane, day and night, didn't sober up.
Oh, how many sad loves there are, this world is filled with them,
I increasingly doubt that anyone is happy and still in love.

And once, at two ten, when he came home longing for love and sleep,
He found a letter, fell unconscious,
his wife had run off with Lukić from the first verse into the night.

Oh, how many sad loves there are, I've been thinking