Текст и перевод песни Dzo Maracic Maki - Ptica Leti Jatu Svom

Ptica Leti Jatu Svom

Previše je bilo tuge u životu mom
Duga je noć kada putuješ sam
Vidim lice to i u snu
Jer volim nju

Premalo je bilo suza u djetinjstvu mom
Pamtim i sad onaj sumoran dan
Kad vidjeh da gubim sve
Jer nema nje

Ptica traži dom
Ona leti jatu svom
Jednom svoj dlan ti joj daj

Ptica traži dom
Ona leti jatu svom
Jer je zove stari kraj

Ptica traži dom
Ona leti jatu svom
Jednom svoj dlan ti joj daj

Ptica traži dom
Ona leti jatu svom
Jer je zove stari kraj

Previše je bilo suza na rastanku tom
Dalek je grad kud smo otišli mi
A mene sad vodi trag
Na kamen taj

Premalo je bilo suza u djetinjstvu mom
Pamtim i sad onaj sumoran dan
Kad vidjeh da gubim sve
Jer nema nje

Ptica traži dom
Ona leti jatu svom
Jednom svoj dlan ti joj daj

Ptica traži dom
Ona leti jatu svom
Jer je zove stari kraj

Ptica traži dom
Ona leti jatu svom
Jednom svoj dlan ti joj daj

Ptica traži dom
Ona leti jatu svom
Jer je zove stari kraj

Bird Flies to Its Flock

There was too much sadness in my life
The night is long when you travel alone
I see that face even in my dreams
Because I love you

There were too few tears in my childhood
I still remember that gloomy day
When I saw that I was losing everything
Because you are not here

The bird is looking for a home
It flies to its flock
One day, give it your hand

The bird is looking for a home
It flies to its flock
Because it is called by the old land

The bird is looking for a home
It flies to its flock
One day, give it your hand

The bird is looking for a home
It flies to its flock
Because it is called by the old land

There were too many tears at that farewell
The city is far where we went
And now I am guided by the trail
To that stone

There were too few tears in my childhood
I still remember that gloomy day
When I saw that I was losing everything
Because you are not here

The bird is looking for a home
It flies to its flock
One day, give it your hand

The bird is looking for a home
It flies to its flock
Because it is called by the old land

The bird is looking for a home
It flies to its flock
One day, give it your hand

The bird is looking for a home
It flies to its flock
Because it is called by the old land