Текст и перевод песни Hari Mata Hari - Sreca (Gitara)

Sreca (Gitara)

Sreća, ja ne znam šta je to
Ja samo znam za bol od samoga početka
Sreća, grom je spalio
Predala se bez ispaljenog metka

Gitaro
Sviraj noćas nešto sasvim novo
Da izgleda k'o staro
Umij lice, ljepotice, kidaj žice, trzalice
To je sve što život vrijedi
Kad čovjek mlad za jednu noć osijedi

Vrijeme je da se poklonim
Svi ovi pokloni sad idu drugome
Breme što sam ga nosio
I kad bih prosio, ne dam nikome

Gitaro
Sviraj noćas nešto sasvim novo
Da izgleda k'o staro
Umij lice, ljepotice, kidaj žice, trzalice
To je sve što život vrijedi
Kad čovjek mlad za jednu noć osijedi

Topim se malo po malo
Skoro me pola nestalo
Topim se k'o na suncu snijeg
Otkad nema nje

Gitaro,
Sviraj noćas nešto sasvim novo
Da izgleda k'o staro
Umij lice, ljepotice, kidaj žice, trzalice
To je sve što život vrijedi
Kad čovjek mlad za jednu noć osijedi

Gitaro,
Sviraj noćas nešto sasvim novo
Da izgleda k'o staro
Umij lice, ljepotice, kidaj žice, trzalice
To je sve što život vrijedi
Kad čovjek mlad za jednu noć osijedi

Happiness (Guitar)

Happiness, I don't know what it is
I only know about pain from the very beginning
Happiness, the storm burned
Surrendered without a single shot fired

Guitar
Play something completely new tonight
So that it seems like something old
Wash your face, beauty, pluck the strings, torture the picks
That is all that life is worth
When a young man grows old in one night

It's time to bow down
All these gifts are now going to someone else
The burden that I have carried
And when I beg, I give it to no one

Guitar
Play something completely new tonight
So that it seems like something old
Wash your face, beauty, pluck the strings, torture the picks
That is all that life is worth
When a young man grows old in one night

I melt a little bit at a time
Almost half of me is gone
I melt like snow in the sun
Since she's gone

Guitar,
Play something completely new tonight
So that it seems like something old
Wash your face, beauty, pluck the strings, torture the picks
That is all that life is worth
When a young man grows old in one night

Guitar,
Play something completely new tonight
So that it seems like something old
Wash your face, beauty, pluck the strings, torture the picks
That is all that life is worth
When a young man grows old in one night