Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tvoje Nježne Godine, artist - Arsen Dedic.
Date of issue: 31.12.1980
Song language: Croatian
Tvoje Nježne Godine(original) |
Tvoje nježne godine |
Što mi mogu dati? |
Tvoje srce dugo, znam, |
Neće da me shvati. |
Tvoje oči pune sna |
Kako da me slijede? |
Moje pjesme tužne su, |
Za te još ne vrijede. |
Ti bi htjela zauvijek |
Što sam davno dao, |
Tebi život nudi sve, |
Ja sam ljubav krao. |
Svoje nježne godine |
Ti ćeš dati drugom, |
Jer ja bih tvoje poljupce |
Ispunio tugom. |
Ne budi, ne budi se, mala, |
Ti ne znaš ni dobro ni zlo. |
Ne budi, ne budi se, mila, |
Jer nije još vrijeme za to ! |
Tvoje ruke malene |
Kako da me grle? |
Jer dok moje traže mir, |
Tvoje nekud hrle. |
Tvoje nježne godine, |
Nježne misli tvoje, |
Mogu da nas razdvoje |
Prije nego spoje. |
Ne budi, ne budi se, mala, |
Ti ne znaš ni dobro ni zlo. |
Ne budi, ne budi se, mila, |
Jer nije još vrijeme za to ! |
Tvoje ruke malene |
Kako da me grle? |
Jer dok moje traže mir, |
Tvoje nekud hrle. |
Tvoje nježne godine, |
Nježne misli tvoje, |
Mogu da nas razdvoje |
Prije nego spoje. |
(translation) |
Your tender years |
What can I give? |
Your heart long, I know, |
He won't understand me. |
Your eyes are full of sleep |
How do they follow me? |
My songs are sad, |
They are not valid for you yet. |
You would want to forever |
What I gave a long time ago, |
Life offers you everything, |
I stole love. |
Your tender years |
You will give to another, |
Because I would like your kisses |
Filled with sadness. |
Don't wake up, don't wake up, baby, |
You know neither good nor evil. |
Don't wake up, don't wake up, darling, |
Because it's not time for that yet! |
Your hands are small |
How can they hug me? |
For while mine seek peace, |
Yours is rushing somewhere. |
Your tender years, |
Your tender thoughts, |
They can separate us |
Before they merge. |
Don't wake up, don't wake up, baby, |
You know neither good nor evil. |
Don't wake up, don't wake up, darling, |
Because it's not time for that yet! |
Your hands are small |
How can they hug me? |
For while mine seek peace, |
Yours is rushing somewhere. |
Your tender years, |
Your tender thoughts, |
They can separate us |
Before they merge. |