Pismo-Halid Muslimovic 2008 please translate in english ( :

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  1. hanifeta said:

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    Pismo-Halid Muslimovic 2008

    Ponekad napišem pismo
    koje nikom ne šaljem
    otkada zajedno nismo
    rijetko se i radujem
    Vratim se mladosti svojoj
    i prvoj cigareti
    sjetim se ljubavi naše
    i prepustim se sjeti

    Drugova pjesma, u avliji česma
    pred očima djetinjstvo budi se
    procvjetala lipa i Fiće škripa
    mirišu neke drage godine

    REF.
    Postao sam nešto drugačiji
    možda zato što sam stariji
    il' što shvatih da sam
    samo sjenka broj
    Da mogu sve razumjeti
    i mogu sve oprostiti
    al' teško mi nekako živjeti
    bez tebe stariti


    Ponekad napišem pismo
    a naviru sjećanja
    naše priče, naše snove
    otimam od vremena
    Vratim se mladosti svojoj
    i prvoj cigareti
    sjetim se ljubavi nase
    i prepustim se sjeti

    Drugova pjesma, u avliji cesma
    pred ocima djetinjstvo budi se
    procvjetala lipa i Fice skripa
    mirisu neke drage godine

    REF.
    Postao sam nesto drugaciji
    mozda zato sto sam stariji
    il' sto shvatih da sam
    samo sjenka broj
    Da mogu sve razumjeti
    i mogu sve oprostiti
    al' tesko mi nekako zivjeti
    bez tebe stariti
     
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    Spring said:

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    Halid Muslimovic - Pismo ~ A Letter

    Sometimes I write a letter
    that I don't send to anyone
    Since we're not together
    I rarely rejoice
    I go back to my youth
    and first cigarette
    I remember our love
    and get lost in memories

    Friend's song, spigot in the yard
    in front of my eyes, childhood waking up
    lime tree in bloom and Fica's squeaking
    smell of some dear years

    I've become a bit different
    maybe because I'm older
    or because I realized I'm
    just a shadow a number
    That I can understand everything
    and forgive anything
    but somehow living is hard for me
    getting old without you

    Sometimes I write a letter
    and memories start coming back
    our stories our dreams
    I abduct from time
    I go back to my youth
    and first cigarette
    I remember our love
    and get lost in memories

    Friend's song, spigot in the yard
    in front of my eyes, childhood waking up
    lime tree in bloom and Fica's squeaking
    smell of some dear years

    I've become a bit different
    maybe because I'm older
    or because I realized I'm
    just a shadow a number
    That I can understand everything
    and forgive anything
    but somehow living is hard for me
    getting old without you
     
  3. hanifeta said:

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    tnx again! =) you're the best!