Tremolo - Vatra перевод на английский

Tremolo

Kad rasplače gudalo žice
Tremolo u meni sve ono najbolje polomi
Dokazat' ću ti da nismo slučajan odabir

Kad rasplače gudalo žice
Kad eho odzvoni i samo najgore ponovi
Dokazat' ću ti da nismo slučajan odabir

Bojim se da ne postanemo dio stalne postave
Prašnjavi eksponat
Muzeja prekinutih veza
Bojim se da...
Da nas ne razdvoje i rastope
Mi smo propali par muzeja voštanih figura

Kad rasplače gudalo žice
Tremolo u meni sve ono najbolje polomi
Dokazat' ću ti da nismo slučajan odabir

Kad rasplače gudalo žice
Kad eho odzvoni i samo najgore ponovi
Dokazat' ću ti da nismo slučajan odabir

Bojim se da ne ostanemo samo ožiljak u vremenu
Na tetoviranoj koži, imena koja blijede
Bojim se da ne ostanemo samo strah i navika
Podsjetnik što zvoni kad treba reći da te volim

Kad rasplače gudalo žice
Tremolo u meni sve ono najbolje polomi
Dokazat' ću ti da nismo slučajan odabir

Kad rasplače gudalo žice
Kad eho odzvoni i samo najgore ponovi
Dokazat' ću ti da nismo slučajan odabir

Tremolo

When the strings cry on a violin
The tremolo inside me breaks all the best
I will prove to you that we are not random choice

When the strings cry on a violin
When the echo resounds and repeats only the worst
I will prove to you that we are not random choice

I am afraid we could become part of a permanent exhibition
A dusty exhibit
In a museum of broken relationships
I am afraid that...
That they could separate and melt us
We are a ruined pair in the museum of wax figures

When the strings cry on a violin
The tremolo inside me breaks all the best
I will prove to you that we are not random choice

When the strings cry on a violin
When the echo resounds and repeats only the worst
I will prove to you that we are not random choice

I am afraid we could remain only a scar in time
On tattooed skin, the names which fade
I am afraid we could remain only fear and habit
A reminder that rings when I need to say that I love you

When the strings cry on a violin
The tremolo inside me breaks all the best
I will prove to you that we are not random choice

When the strings cry on a violin
When the echo resounds and repeats only the worst
I will prove to you that we are not random choice