Текст и перевод песни Maya Berovic - Vino Od Prosle Godine

Vino Od Prosle Godine

Iste se pricaju price
Djevojkena mene lice
Sve me to na ljubav podsjeca
Na one besane noci
Na one crne oci
Sto sam te zime voljela

Dajte mi sto
Tu gde je sjedio on
I dvije caseda nazdravim
Pa da od tuge srecu napravim
Daje mi sto
Pa neka bude mi zlo
Kada vino stigneme
Vino od prosle godine

Tu ista muzika svira
Ista pjesma me dira
Sve me to na ljubav podsjeca
Na one besane noci
Na one crne oci
Sto sam te zime voljela

Dajte mi sto
Tu gde je sjedio on
I dvije case da nazdravim
Pa da od tuge srecu napravim
Daje mi sto
Pa neka bude mi zlo
Kada vino stigneme
Vino od prosle godine

Godinu vec dana
Ljubav mi je slana
Pa me svako vece
Ista suza pece

Dajte mi sto
Tu gde je sjedio on
I dvije case da nazdravim
Pa da od tuge srecu napravim
Daje mi sto
Pa neka bude mi zlo
Kada vino stigneme
Vino od prosle godine

Dajte mi sto
Tu gde je sjedio on
I dvije case da nazdravim
Pa da od tuge srecu napravim
Daje mi sto
Pa neka bude mi zlo
Kada vino stigneme
Vino od prosle godine

Wine From Last Year

They say the stories
The girl that looks like me
Everything reminds me of love
Of those sleepless nights
Of those black eyes
That winter I loved you

Give me a table
Where he used to sit
And two glasses to toast
To turn sadness into joy
Give me a table
And let me feel sick
When we drink the wine
Wine from last year

The same music plays here
The same song touches me
Everything reminds me of love
Of those sleepless nights
Of those black eyes
That winter I loved you

Give me a table
Where he used to sit
And two glasses to toast
To turn sadness into joy
Give me a table
And let me feel sick
When we drink the wine
Wine from last year

A year has passed
My love is bitter
And every evening
The same tear burns

Give me a table
Where he used to sit
And two glasses to toast
To turn sadness into joy
Give me a table
And let me feel sick
When we drink the wine
Wine from last year

Give me a table
Where he used to sit
And two glasses to toast
To turn sadness into joy
Give me a table
And let me feel sick
When we drink the wine
Wine from last year