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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