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I Miss You

 

Tonight I miss you like never before,

I miss laying my head upon your chest.

Tonight I miss you making me smile,

I miss your cold hands making me warm.

 

I miss you wiping the tears from my eyes,

So their salt leaves no mark.

I also miss those morning a long time ago

When we were getting ready for vacation.

 

I miss you like dried flowers miss the water,

Taking one last breath,

Even they sometimes flourish

When watered with lots of love.

 

I miss you..

 

FALIŠ MI

 

Fališ mi noćas kao nikad prije,

da na grudi tvoje naslonim glavu,

fališ mi noćas da me bar nasmiješ,

I ruke mi hladne tvojima ugriješ...

 

Fališ mi da suzu spereš s moga lica,

da od njene soli ne stvore se bore,

fale mi i ona neka davna jutra,

kada smo se skupa spremali na more.

 

Fališ mi kao suvom cv'jeću voda,

koje je već pri samom izdisaju,

I ono ponekad zna da procvjeta,

ako ga s puno ljubavi zalivaju..

 

Fališ mi..

 

Don't Wake Me Up

 

Don't wake me up

From these magical dreams;

Don't try to get close to me;

Don't wake me up.

I don't want to start over with you;

I'm traveling there

Where I've always wanted to go.

 

Don't wake me up;

I'm so much afraid of the reality

For, I have never been this happy

As if I have never been a part of it.

Only in my dream did my wish come true.

 

Don't wake me up;

I'm traveling the vast expanses

Of the most beautiful oases

Which I wanted to visit with you.

For you, they were unattainable,

Real only in the story.

 

NE BUDI ME

 

Ne budi me iz čarobnih snova

ne pokušavaj mi blizu prići,

ne budi me, ne želim s tobom početi iznova,

putujem sama, tamo gdje sam uvijek željela stići.

 

Ne budi me, stvarnosti se bojim

jer u njoj nijesam ovako srećna bila

u njoj kao da postojala nijesam,

samo mi se u snu želja ispunila.

 

Ne budi me, putujem prostranstvima najljepših oaza

u kojima sam s tobom željela ići

one su za tebe bile nedostižne

Ti si ih doživljavao samo u priči.

 

Ne budi me..

 

Red Poppies

 

 

Don't step on red poppies,

They emerge from the earth on their own,

Their petals tenderly

Sway on the breeze,

They don't like winter, they don't like rain...

 

Don't step on red poppies,

Of blood is their color,

Perhaps a thread is woven into them

Yours, or mine...

 

Let them spill over the field,

To spread its red color,

Each flower has one name,

Do not pick the poppies, do not step on them.

 

MAKOVI

 

Ne gazi makove crvene,

iz zemlje su iznikli sami,

latice im se nježno

na povjetarcu njišu,

ne vole zimu, ne vole kišu..

 

Ne gazi makove crvene,

od krvi je njihova boja,

možda je utkana nit u njima

tvoja, ili moja..

 

Pusti, da se prospu po polju,

da rašire svoju crvenu boju,

svaki cvijet jedno ime ima,

ne beri makove, ne gazi po njima.

 

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