Текст и перевод песни Miligram feat. Marina Tucakovic & Ljilja Jorgovanovic - U boga verujem

U boga verujem

Ako su suze zamena za reci
Sto mi ne odgovara i ne javlja
Po kom′ to snegu ove noci hoda
Kad mi tragove ne ostavlja

A ja jos drzim se za vazduh
Kao pesnik za uklete stihove
I s ljudima mogu samo
Kad o njoj lazu me

U Boga verujem, samo nedeljom
Vino je najsladje, kad pomesam ga s njom
Ostalim danima, da se molim ne mogu
Ruke mi vezane tugom

U Boga verujem, samo nedeljom
Tada ga dozivam njenim imenom
Ostalim danima, da se molim ne mogu
Ruke mi vezane tugom

U nocima kad na glas lazem sebe
Vozovi bez putnika jos prolaze
I to sto cujem nije samo kisa
To su koraci sto dolaze

A ja jos drzim se za vazduh
Kao pesnik za uklete stihove
I s ljudima mogu samo
Kad o njoj lazu me

U Boga verujem, samo nedeljom
Vino je najsladje, kad pomesam ga s njom
Ostalim danima, da se molim ne mogu
Ruke mi vezane tugom

U Boga verujem, samo nedeljom
Tada ga dozivam njenim imenom
Ostalim danima, da se molim ne mogu
Ruke mi vezane tugom

Tog' dana kada probudis se ti
Ja cu dugo spavati
Molim te, ne budi me
Dvaput se ne umire

U Boga verujem, samo nedeljom
Vino je najsladje, kad pomesam ga s njom
Ostalim danima, da se molim ne mogu
Ruke mi vezane tugom

U Boga verujem, samo nedeljom
Tada ga dozivam njenim imenom
Ostalim danima, da se molim ne mogu
Ruke mi vezane tugom

I believe in God

If tears are a substitute for words
Why doesn't she answer or call
Who is walking in this snow tonight
When she leaves no trace behind

And I still hold on to the air
Like a poet to cursed verses
And I can only be with people
When they lie to me about her

I believe in God, only on Sundays
Wine is sweetest, when I mix it with her
On other days, I can't pray
My hands bound with sorrow

I believe in God, only on Sundays
Then I call him by her name
On other days, I can't pray
My hands bound with sorrow

In the nights when I lie to myself out loud
Trains without passengers still pass by
And what I hear is not just rain
Those are the footsteps that are coming

And I still hold on to the air
Like a poet to cursed verses
And I can only be with people
When they lie to me about her

I believe in God, only on Sundays
Wine is sweetest, when I mix it with her
On other days, I can't pray
My hands bound with sorrow

I believe in God, only on Sundays
Then I call him by her name
On other days, I can't pray
My hands bound with sorrow

That day when you awake
I will have been asleep for a long time
Please don't wake me
You don't die twice

I believe in God, only on Sundays
Wine is sweetest, when I mix it with her
On other days, I can't pray
My hands bound with sorrow

I believe in God, only on Sundays
Then I call him by her name
On other days, I can't pray
My hands bound with sorrow