From the recording Prolećna kiša
Lyrics
Prolećna kiša
Hodam sam, ulica poznata,
Tama me sad prekriva;
Tuga me boli u grudima,
A prolećna kiša tragove briše
Iz sećanja.
Ne, nema nas odavno, znam;
Poželim, želja te doziva,
Uzalud se borim sad
Sa kišama.
Bez broja, bez broja su
Ulice i kapi kiše sad,
A kad uspava me san
Setiće me on na nas i na naš
Poslednji dan,
Sunčan dan.
Bez broja, bez broja su
Ulice i kapi kiše sad,
A kad uspava me san
Setiće me on na nas i na naš
Poslednji dan,
Tužan dan...
Spring Rain
On familiar streets I walk alone
darkness falls upon me,
and sorrow twists in my chest;
Spring rain is washing away
the bright edges of memories
Who we were is gone, I know,
but my deepest wish still calls you;
How I fight the rain?
Without number, without number
are the streets and rain drops.
In sleep, in dreams, though
I remember our last day, sunny day
Without number, without number
are the streets and rain drops.
In sleep, in dreams, though
I remember our last day, sad day
"Philomuse" produkcija
Muzika i aranžman: J S Kingfisher
Tekst: Dalibor Banović
Flaute: Sara Andon
Klavir: J S Kingfisher
Snimljeno u studiju "Goddess of Mercy", Los Andjeles, CA
Mix i mastering: J S Kingfisher
Ton majstor i postprodukcija: J S Kingfisher
Januar 2016.
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