Текст и перевод песни Petar Dragojevic - Sritna Nova

Sritna Nova

Od kad živim bez tebe
Bolom mirim vrime
U kantun ide godina
Sritna ti nova bila

I svaki dan se borim
Da te malo manje volim
Al' kad izgubim taj rat
Slutnja će te možda zvat

I sve će jednom biti davno
Ali nikad pravo mi
Šta sam baš prid Bogom pao
I s mrvon grija osta sam

I sve će sakrit novi dani
Ma bez tebe osta ja
Ka bez mise nedija
Al' nek ti bude sritna godina

Od kad živim bez tebe
Bolom mirim vrime
U kantun ide godina
Sritna ti nova bila

I svaki dan se borim
Da te malo manje volim
Al' kad izgubim taj rat
Slutnja će te možda zvat

I sve će jednom biti davno
Ali nikad pravo mi
Šta sam baš prid Bogom pao
I s mrvon grija osta sam

I sve će sakrit novi dani
Ma bez tebe osta ja
Ka bez mise nedija
Al' nek ti bude sritna godina

I sve će jednom biti davno
Ali nikad pravo mi
Šta sam baš prid Bogom pao
I s mrvon grija osta sam

I sve će sakrit novi dani
Ma bez tebe osta ja
Ka bez mise nedija
Al' nek ti bude sritna godina

Happy New

Since I've been living without you
I heal time with pain
A year has turned the corner
May your new (year) be a happy one

And every day I fight
To love you a little less
But when I lose that battle
A premonition might call you

And everything will be long ago
But never right for me
What have I done to fall so in God's eyes
And only to be left with a crumb of sin

And all the new days will hide everything
But without you, what's left of me
Like a Sunday without mass
But may your year be happy

Since I've been living without you
I heal time with pain
A year has turned the corner
May your new (year) be a happy one

And every day I fight
To love you a little less
But when I lose that battle
A premonition might call you

And everything will be long ago
But never right for me
What have I done to fall so in God's eyes
And only to be left with a crumb of sin

And all the new days will hide everything
But without you, what's left of me
Like a Sunday without mass
But may your year be happy

And everything will be long ago
But never right for me
What have I done to fall so in God's eyes
And only to be left with a crumb of sin

And all the new days will hide everything
But without you, what's left of me
Like a Sunday without mass
But may your year be a happy one