Текст и перевод песни Toše Proeski - Jos I Danas Zamirisi Tresnja

Jos I Danas Zamirisi Tresnja

Još i danas zamiriše trešnja
U proljeće, kao davno prije
Jedna trešnja danima daleko
Tamo gdje me već odavno nije

Rekao sam kad poći sam moro
"Uzmite mi i kuću i njivu
Samo trešnju ostavite staru
Kad navratim, da je vidim živu"

Šta to ima u ljudima tužno
Da ulaze u tuđe živote?
Ko to živi u prošlosti mojoj
A još nije umro od sramote?

Rekao sam, u vjetar sam pričo
Nikog nije bilo da me čuje
Lijepu pjesmu ne voli baš svako
Neko baca kamen na slavuje

Šta to ima u ljudima tužno
Da ulaze u tuđe živote?
Ko to živi u prošlosti mojoj
A još nije umro od sramote?
(Ooh-oh)

Nije nebo ovo što vam nude
Nije sunce od zlata i moći
Kad bi mogli, prodali bi Boga
Njima niko ne može pomoći

Šta to ima u ljudima tužno
Da ulaze u tuđe živote?
Ko to živi u prošlosti mojoj
A još nije umro od sramote?

Šta to ima u ljudima tužno
Da ulaze u tuđe živote?
Ko to živi u prošlosti mojoj
A još nije umro od sramote?

Šta to ima u ljudima tužno
Da ulaze u tuđe živote?
Ko to živi u prošlosti mojoj
A još nije umro od sramote?

Even Today the Cherry Blossoms Smell

Even today the cherry blossoms smell
In spring, like long ago
One cherry tree, days away
Where I haven't been for so long

I said when I had to leave
"Take my house and my field"
"Just leave the old cherry tree"
"So when I return, I can see it alive"

What is it in people so sad
That they intrude on others' lives?
Who is living in my past
And hasn't yet died of shame?

I said it, I spoke to the wind
No one was there to hear me
Not everyone loves a beautiful song
Someone throws stones at nightingales

What is it in people so sad
That they intrude on others' lives?
Who is living in my past
And hasn't yet died of shame?
(Ooh-oh)

This isn't the heaven they offer you
The sun isn't made of gold and power
If they could, they would sell God
No one can help them

What is it in people so sad
That they intrude on others' lives?
Who is living in my past
And hasn't yet died of shame?

What is it in people so sad
That they intrude on others' lives?
Who is living in my past
And hasn't yet died of shame?

What is it in people so sad
That they intrude on others' lives?
Who is living in my past
And hasn't yet died of shame?