Текст и перевод песни Kendi - Van Dometa

Van Dometa

Pola sedam ujutru, ona jos uvek spava
Vreme tad stane kad svane, iskradem se iz apartmana
Nigde zive duse, samo galebovi kruze i ja slusam ih dok zamisljeno stojim
Pusta obala i stopala mi propadaju, pesak cini da sporo tonem, ustvari plovim

Slusam talase nanose, morsku travu, morsku penu
Na stenama ostavljaju trag soli
U slobodnoj zoni, ti me slobodno zovi
Ali fon mi ne zvoni, jer sam van dometa, sori

I palme i zaliv i borovi i more
I molovi i bove, dok dok brodovi plove
I camci sa pramcem u pravcu horizonta
Voda ne potapa posadu broda jer moja je flota k'o

Moja Santa Maria, Ninja i Pinta, u njima meditiram
Nije mi bitna nijedna sitna stvar osim krstarenja
Urmine palme k'o dzinovski ananasi, u pesku pisem "under the sea"
Slova mi raznose talasi, zamisli da tamo si

Ref.
Tamo gde su mali
Tamno-crveni korali
Gde su plavi okeani
Gde su stalno vedri dani

Gde nas ne vidi niko
Niko ne cuje nas
Tu, tu gde nema dometa
Ti i ja idemo

Idemo daleko
Idemo daleko
Nasa privatna Atlantida
Plivamo sa jatom riba
Priroda na hiljadu milja van dometa

Ejou, nastavi da spavas, okreni ledja zracima sunca
Nebo je puno kormorana, brod ceka kormilara, ja tu sam
Evo me tu sam, nasukan na obali k'o meduza mladi gusar prati trag na mapi blaga
Moj sarkofag je zakopan sa zlatom zato svaki dan ja tragam za tajnom arhipelaga

Na Galapagos i Barbados, albatrosi lete
Vetar smeta im da slete na svetionik
U slobodnoj zoni, ti me slobodno zovi
Ali fon mi ne zvoni, jer sam van dometa, sori

I skrivene plaze i spilje i palme
I lignje i dagnje, alge, ribe i krabe
Mediteran me tera da meditiram
Meni trebaju jedra, po meridijanima

Da plovim pa plivam to, topla klima, idila
To je divlja sredina mreze pune sardina
Veslam, a stojim u mestu
Uvek isti listovi kad otvorim svesku
Na novom listu vidim gotovu pesmu
Krije se od mene kao skoljke u pesku

Ref.
Tamo gde su mali
Tamno-crveni korali
Gde su plavi okeani
Gde su stalno vedri dani

Gde nas ne vidi niko
Niko ne cuje nas
Tu, tu gde nema dometa
Ti i ja idemo

Idemo daleko
Idemo daleko
Nasa privatna Atlantida
Plivamo sa jatom riba
Priroda na hiljadu milja van dometa

Hor cvrcaka, olupine u dubini sipine kosti, skarpine i delfini
Hor cvrcaka, borovi i smola, oleandri, lavanda i miris mora
Van Dometa, van Dometa

Jos uvek pola sedam ujutru, nigde zive duse
Samo galebovi kruze, kruze, kruze

Ref.
Tamo gde su mali
Tamno-crveni korali
Gde su plavi okeani
Gde su stalno vedri dani

Gde nas ne vidi niko
Niko ne cuje nas
Tu, tu gde nema dometa
Ti i ja idemo

Idemo daleko
Idemo daleko
Nasa privatna Atlantida
Plivamo sa jatom riba
Priroda na hiljadu milja van dometa

Out of Range

Half past seven in the morning, she's still asleep
Time stands still as dawn breaks, I sneak out of the apartment
Not a soul in sight, only seagulls circling, I listen to them while I stand thoughtfully
Deserted shore and my feet sink, the sand makes me slowly sink, actually I'm floating

I listen to the waves carrying seaweed and sea foam
Leaving traces of salt on the rocks
In the free zone, feel free to call me
But my phone won't ring, because I'm out of range, sorry

And palm trees and the bay and pine trees and the sea
And piers and buoys, while ships are sailing
And boats with their bows towards the horizon
Water doesn't sink the crew because my fleet is like

My Santa Maria, Ninja and Pinta, I meditate in them
No small thing matters to me except cruising
Date palms like giant pineapples, I write "under the sea" in the sand
The waves wash away the letters, imagine you were there

Chorus
Where the little ones are
Dark red corals
Where the blue oceans are
Where the days are always bright

Where no one sees us
No one hears us
There, where there is no signal
You and I are going

We're going far away
We're going far away
Our private Atlantis
We swim with a school of fish
Nature a thousand miles out of reach

Hey you, keep sleeping, turn your back to the sun's rays
The sky is full of cormorants, the ship is waiting for the helmsman, I'm here
Here I am, stranded on the shore like a jellyfish, a young pirate follows the trail on the treasure map
My sarcophagus is buried with gold, so every day I search for the secret archipelago

In the Galapagos and Barbados, albatrosses fly
The wind prevents them from landing on the lighthouse
In the free zone, feel free to call me
But my phone won't ring, because I'm out of range, sorry

And hidden beaches and caves and palm trees
And squid and mussels, algae, fish and crabs
The Mediterranean makes me meditate
I need sails, along the meridians

To sail and swim, that warm climate, an idyll
It's a wild environment, nets full of sardines
I paddle, but I'm standing still
Always the same pages when I open my notebook
On a new page I see a finished poem
It hides from me like shells in the sand

Chorus
Where the little ones are
Dark red corals
Where the blue oceans are
Where the days are always bright

Where no one sees us
No one hears us
There, where there is no signal
You and I are going

We're going far away
We're going far away
Our private Atlantis
We swim with a school of fish
Nature a thousand miles out of reach

Chorus of crickets, shipwrecks in the depths, cuttlefish bones, scorpionfish and dolphins
Chorus of crickets, pines and resin, oleanders, lavender and the smell of the sea
Out of Range, Out of Range

Still half past seven in the morning, not a soul in sight
Only seagulls circling, circling, circling

Chorus
Where the little ones are
Dark red corals
Where the blue oceans are
Where the days are always bright

Where no one sees us
No one hears us
There, where there is no signal
You and I are going

We're going far away
We're going far away
Our private Atlantis
We swim with a school of fish
Nature a thousand miles out of reach