Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sine Moj, artist - Arsen Dedic.
Date of issue: 31.12.1980
Song language: Bosnian
Sine Moj(original) |
Ne daj da ti igru kvarim, |
Samo mirno kocke slaži, |
Zamak svoj, |
Ostaje ti malo dana |
Bez nevolje i bez laži, |
Sine moj. |
Ja sam znao gdje je sreća, |
Kojim putem treba ići, |
Al' ni danas ne znam prići njoj. |
Samo spavaj, snijeg je vani, |
Ovo staro srce brani |
Tvoj san. |
Kad bi znao što je tamo, |
Ne bi žurio da primiš |
Dio svoj, |
Al' ne vrijedi što mi znamo, |
Sve je bolje sam što činiš, |
Sine moj. |
Ti bez straha uvijek pođi |
Kamo god te život šalje, |
I u boj, |
I ne misli nikad na me, |
Znam da ljubav ide dalje, |
Sine moj. |
Što da pričam, da te učim, |
Bit će bolje da te ljubim, |
Mnogo više trebat će ti to. |
Samo spavaj, snijeg je vani, |
Ovo staro srce brani |
Tvoj san. |
Sam ćeš znati čemu služi |
Tvoje srce, nježnost, znanje, |
Zanos tvoj. |
Sve će pasti pred tim zidom |
I imat ćeš uvijek manje, |
Sine moj. |
Sine moj… |
Sine moj… |
Sam ćeš znati čemu služi |
Tvoje srce, nježnost, znanje, |
Zanos tvoj. |
Sve će pasti pred tim zidom |
I imat ćeš uvijek manje, |
Sine moj. |
Sine moj… |
Sine moj… |
Sine moj… |
Sine moj… |
Sine moj… |
(translation) |
Don't let me ruin your game, |
Just calmly stack the dice, |
Your castle, |
You have a few days left |
No trouble and no lies, |
My son. |
I knew where happiness was, |
Which way to go, |
But even today I can't approach her. |
Just sleep, it's snowing outside, |
This old heart defends |
Your dream. |
If he knew what was there, |
You wouldn't be in a hurry to receive |
Part of your, |
But it's not worth what we know, |
Everything is better on your own, |
My son. |
You always go without fear |
Wherever life sends you, |
And in battle, |
And never think of me, |
I know love goes on, |
My son. |
What can I say, can I teach you? |
I'd better kiss you, |
You will need that much more. |
Just sleep, it's snowing outside, |
This old heart defends |
Your dream. |
You will know what it is for |
Your heart, tenderness, knowledge, |
Your ecstasy. |
Everything will fall in front of that wall |
And you will always have less, |
My son. |
My son… |
My son… |
You will know what it is for |
Your heart, tenderness, knowledge, |
Your ecstasy. |
Everything will fall in front of that wall |
And you will always have less, |
My son. |
My son… |
My son… |
My son… |
My son… |
My son… |