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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