Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Povečerje, artist - Arsen Dedic. Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Song language: Croatian
Povečerje(original) |
| Ja ne znam zašto svako veče |
| U strahu čekam da se javi |
| Glas jedne trube, i da poteče |
| U mojoj krvi, u mojoj glavi |
| Djetinjstvo moje kraj kasarne |
| U ovoj trubi još se krije |
| I mrtva usta iz vojarne |
| U noći viču da netko bdije |
| Kad čujem trubu tog svirača |
| Što stoji negdje na mrtvoj straži |
| Ja znam da netko usred plača |
| I mene zove, i mene traži |
| Ne budi, trubo, to što ode |
| Na svakom grobu raste trava |
| I ispod zemlje, ispod vode |
| Tvoj drug već davno mrtav spava |
| I neće čuti to što sviraš |
| I neće znati što ga zove |
| Ti samo stare rane diraš |
| Ti samo budiš mrtve snove |
| Dok spava grad pod rukom neba |
| Dok spava sve što spati treba |
| Ti zalud zoveš iz tog mraka |
| Imena davnih ožiljaka |
| I tu preda mnom opet idu |
| U dugom redu kao četa |
| Svi davni dani mog života |
| Sva davno izgubljena ljeta |
| I što da počnem, kamo sada |
| Sa godinama sto se ruše |
| Kroz trg i ulice mog grada |
| Kroz kosti moje vjetar puše |
| I svake noći još se javlja |
| Taj glas od sjene i od plača |
| I neka ruka trubu stavlja |
| Na mrtva usta… mog svirača |
| (translation) |
| I don't know why every night |
| I'm waiting for him to answer in fear |
| The voice of one trumpet, and to flow |
| In my blood, in my head |
| My childhood near the barracks |
| He is still hiding in this trumpet |
| And a dead mouth from the barracks |
| At night they shout that someone is watching |
| When I hear that musician's trumpet |
| Which stands somewhere on the dead guard |
| I know someone in the middle is crying |
| He's calling me too, and he's looking for me |
| Don't be, trumpet, what's going on |
| Grass grows on every grave |
| And underground, under water |
| Your friend has been asleep for a long time |
| And they won't hear what you're playing |
| And he won't know what he's calling |
| You're just touching old wounds |
| You just wake up dead dreams |
| As the city sleeps under the hand of heaven |
| While sleeping everything you need to sleep |
| You call in vain from that darkness |
| Names of ancient scars |
| And here they go before me again |
| In a long line as a company |
| All the old days of my life |
| All the long-lost summers |
| And what to start, where now |
| With the years that are falling apart |
| Through the square and the streets of my city |
| The wind blows through my bones |
| And he still calls every night |
| That voice of shadow and of weeping |
| And let the hand put the trumpet |
| On the dead mouth of my musician |