Текст и перевод песни Kemal Monteno - Martina

Martina

Često mi napamet padne tvoja žuta pelerina
Šta li dani s tobom rade, koga ljubiš sad Martina
Ne vidim te, al' još uvijek ćutim okus onog vina, na-nana-na
Zbog tog pijanstva ne slušaj me i zaboravi Martina

Nisam znao koliko je gorak okus mandarina
Nakon što sam ljubio te i poznavao Martina
Još mi fali, još mi treba tvoja nježnost i vedrina, na-nana-na
Svašta pričam, ne slušaj me i zaboravi Martina

Mora da to vjetar šalje poljupce sa Apenina
Kad u noći k'o medalje zvijezde blistaju, Martina
'ko bi znao gdje su sada, naše šetnje, naša kina
Gdje i s kim se tako mlada sada provodiš Martina
Martina, Martina, Martina, Martina

Mislio sam da je život stara frajla, balerina
Doznao sam štošta s tobom, tebe ljubeći, Martina
Iščupaću srce svoje, vječno pijan od tišina, na-nana-na
Svašta pričam, ne slušaj me i zaboravi Martina

Mora da to vjetar šalje poljupce sa Apenina
Kad u noći k'o medalje zvijezde blistaju, Martina
'ko bi znao gdje su sada, naše šetnje, naša kina
Gdje i s kim se tako mlada sada provodiš Martina
Martina, Martina, Martina, Martina

Moja Martina
Moja Martina

Martina

I often remember your yellow raincoat
What are the days doing to you, who are you kissing now, Martina?
I don't see you, but I still taste that wine, na-nana-na
Because of that drunkenness, don't listen to me and forget me, Martina

I didn't know how bitter the taste of tangerines could be
After I kissed you and knew you, Martina
I still miss, I still need your tenderness and cheerfulness, na-nana-na
I'm talking nonsense, don't listen to me and forget me, Martina

It must be the wind sending kisses from the Apennines
When at night, like medals, the stars shine, Martina
Who would know where they are now, our walks, our cinemas
Where and with whom, so young, are you spending your time now, Martina?
Martina, Martina, Martina, Martina

I thought life was an old ballerina
I learned a lot with you, loving you, Martina
I will tear out my heart, eternally drunk from silences, na-nana-na
I'm talking nonsense, don't listen to me and forget me, Martina

It must be the wind sending kisses from the Apennines
When at night, like medals, the stars shine, Martina
Who would know where they are now, our walks, our cinemas
Where and with whom, so young, are you spending your time now, Martina?
Martina, Martina, Martina, Martina

My Martina
My Martina