Od božića do božića - Marko Tolja , Tonci Huljic перевод на английский

Od božića do božića

Opet zvone zvončići, mirišu mi klinčići
Navijam da padne snig, zabili brig
I opet će swing
Na radiju Frank Sinatra
Opet umorit' će me baš
Michale Buble, Crosby Bing i oni naš

Htio sam Dean Martin bit'
Svojim glasom rasturit'
Imati za svoj "Big band"
Rasprodan Advent
(Ma moš' mislit')
Idealan zet, da na Božić
Kad zamiriše prvim snijegom cijeli zrak
Nosim snove u vaš dnevni boravak

Od Božića do Božića
Kad se piju vina kuhana
Zaželim se ja
Da mi dođe ona moja jedna jedina
Da s njom pravim Snješka Bijelića

Zato kada čujem swing(ti-bu-di-bu-di)
Istog trena problidim
A da je po tvom, ja bi' da je lom
Jedva čekam kad će ponoćka
Da padne čestitka
I uslišaju želje, počne narodno veselje

Od Božića do Božića
Kad se piju vina kuhana
Zaželim se ja
Da mi dođe ona moja jedna jedina
Da s njom pravim Snješka Bijelića

Od Božića do Božića
Kad se piju vina kuhana
Zaželim se ja
Da mi dođe ona moja jedna jedina
Da s njom pravim Snješka Bijelića

'Oću Božić, neću swing
'Oću Božić, neću swing
Swing, swing, swing, swing

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas('oću Božić, neću swing)
('oću Božić, neću swing)

Da s njom pravim Snješka Bijelića

Tu-ru-ru-ra-pa

From Christmas to Christmas

The bells are ringing again, the cloves smell so good
I'm hoping for snow, we've got nothing to worry about
And there'll be swing again
Frank Sinatra on the radio
I'll be tired again from
Michael Buble, Crosby Bing, and ours

I wanted to be Dean Martin
To blow everyone away with my voice
To have my own "Big band"
A sold-out Advent
(You can dream)
The ideal son-in-law, so on Christmas
When the first snow fills the air with its scent
I bring my dreams into your living room

From Christmas to Christmas
When mulled wine is drunk
I wish
That my one and only would come to me
That we would build a snowman together

So when I hear swing(ti-bu-di-bu-di)
I immediately feel faint
And if it were up to you, I'd want it to be a party
I can't wait for midnight mass
For the greeting cards to fall
And for wishes to be fulfilled, for the folk festival to begin

From Christmas to Christmas
When mulled wine is drunk
I wish
That my one and only would come to me
That we would build a snowman together

From Christmas to Christmas
When mulled wine is drunk
I wish
That my one and only would come to me
That we would build a snowman together

I want Christmas, I don't want swing
I want Christmas, I don't want swing
Swing, swing, swing, swing

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas('oću Božić, neću swing)
('oću Božić, neću swing)

That we would build a snowman together

Tu-ru-ru-ra-pa