Текст и перевод песни Postolar Tripper - Ena

Ena

Ja svoje lose dane volim gristi sam
Piti i lutati po krcmama
Al' cesto stignem samo do njenog pogleda.

Ena je divna zena, Ena dobro zna
Da takvi dani svrse s guzvama
Zato me zove sebi da bi mi pomogla.

Ja Ena nisam tvoj sin, zapamti to
To mozes raditi s njim
Za mene je vec kasno.

Znam da bi Ena htjela da sam stalno njen
Valjda jer tako cesto nestanem
Ona me uvijek ima u svojim mislima.

A kad joj zelim reci da je bolji kraj
Od nasih bjegova i zasjeda
Ena me samo gleda i kaze: da, da, da.

I ne idi bez kaputa
Pogledaj, sve je bijelo, zima je.

Ja Ena nisam tvoj sin, zapamti to
To mozes raditi s njim
Za mene je vec kasno.

Proslo je dugo vrijeme i daleki bijeg
I mada nemam cak ni imena
Ja cesto sretnem Enu u svojim snovima.

Kad svoje lose dane ovdje grizem sam
I sretnem putnike po krcmama
Ja pitam dal' je znaju i je li ponosna.

Kazu da jos je lijepa i da ima stav
Al' cesto cak i kad je vesela
Opaze plavu sjenu u crnim ocima.

Ja Ena nisam tvoj sin, zapamti to
To mozes raditi s njim
Za mene je vec kasno.

Do mene nema puta
Pogledaj, sve je bijelo, zima je.

Ena

I like to spend my bad days biting myself
Drinking and wandering around bars
But I often only get as far as her gaze.

Ena is a wonderful woman, Ena knows well
That such days end with crowds
That's why she calls me for her to help me.

I Ena I'm not your son, remember that
You can do that with him
It's too late for me.

I know Ena would like me to be hers forever
Perhaps because I disappear so often
She always has me in her thoughts.

But when I want to tell her that there's a better place
From our escapes and ambushes
Ena just looks at me and says: yes, yes, yes.

And don't go without a coat
Look, everything's white, it's winter.

I Ena I'm not your son, remember that
You can do that with him
It's too late for me.

A long time and a distant escape have passed
Though I don't even have a name
I often meet Ena in my dreams.

When I bite my bad days here myself
And meet travelers in bars
I ask if they know her and if she is proud.

They say she's still beautiful and that she has an attitude
But often even when she's happy
They notice a blue shadow in black eyes.

I Ena I'm not your son, remember that
You can do that with him
It's too late for me.

There is no way to me
Look, everything's white, it's winter.