Текст и перевод песни Oliver Dragojevic - Zelenu Granu S Tugom Žuta Voća

Zelenu Granu S Tugom Žuta Voća

Zelenu granu s tugom žuta voća
U nekom starom splitskom perivoju
Sanjarim s mirom dok se duša noća
I vlaga snova hvata dušu moju

Al' čežnja dršće kao ptiće golo
K'o plava pjesma naglo prekinuta
K'o neko blijedo i beznadno kolo
K'o bosi prosjak na po' pusta puta

Sva ljubav moja usred ceste kisne
Moje je srce u sedam komada
Pod svakim mačem jedan plam da vrisne
Nad mojim dahom mramorna gromada

Tmurne se misli reska svjetla boje
Krv u moždane, mozak van da skoči
Nad mojim mrakom sijevaju te tvoje
Tuđinska ženo, samilosne oči

Sva ljubav moja usred ceste kisne
Moje je srce u sedam komada
Pod svakim mačem jedan plam da vrisne
Nad mojim dahom mramorna gromada

Tmurne se misli reska svjetla boje
Krv u moždane, mozak van da skoči
Nad mojim mrakom sijevaju te tvoje
Tuđinska ženo, samilosne oči

Green Branch with Yellow Fruits of Desire

My green branch with the yellow fruit of desire
In some ancient Split garden
I dream pensively as night’s soul draws near
And the moisture of dreams takes hold of my soul

But desire trembles like a naked bird
Like a blue song abruptly cut off
Like a pale and hopeless round dance
Like a barefoot beggar on a deserted road

All my love is drenched in the middle of the road
My heart is in seven pieces
Beneath each sword a flame cries out
A marble mass weighs down on my breath

Bleak thoughts repel bright lights
Blood to the brain, brain bursts forth
Your eyes, foreign woman, shine above my darkness
With pity

All my love is drenched in the middle of the road
My heart is in seven pieces
Beneath each sword a flame cries out
A marble mass weighs down on my breath

Bleak thoughts repel bright lights
Blood to the brain, brain bursts forth
Your eyes, foreign woman, shine above my darkness
With pity