Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stižu Me Sjećanja, artist - Crvena jabuka. Album song Da Nije Ljubavi - 25 Godina, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 02.11.2016
Record label: croatia
Song language: Croatian
Stižu Me Sjećanja(original) |
Ne gori više svjetlo tamo |
Gdje sam te davno čekao |
Od svega tinja tuga samo |
Sve sam ti rekao |
I ne pitaj kako mi je Kad vidiš dobro kako je Svakome jednom loše krene |
Meni ne prestaje |
Stižu me sjećanja |
Na sva davna proljeća |
I na naše poljupce |
Tamo, pokraj Miljacke |
Stižu me godine |
Kada čovjek zastane |
I kad prošlost pogleda |
Nekim drugim očima |
Kad slomiš granu tužne vrbe |
U zemlju kad je posadiš |
Izraste neko novo drvo |
Staro zaboraviš |
Al' moja priča i nije moja |
Ništa ja nisam birao |
I moj je korijem gorio tamo |
A ja sam svirao |
Stižu me sjećanja |
Na sva davna proljeća |
I na naše poljupce |
Tamo, pokraj Miljacke |
Stižu me godine |
Kada čovjek zastane |
I kad prošlost pogleda |
Nekim drugim očima |
Stižu me sjećanja |
Na sva davna proljeća |
I na naše poljupce |
Tamo, pokraj Miljacke |
Stižu me godine |
Kada čovjek zastane |
I kad prošlost pogleda |
Nekim drugim očima |
(translation) |
No more light there |
Where I've been waiting for you for a long time |
Of all the silence, only sorrow |
I told you everything |
And don't ask how I feel when you see how bad it is for everyone |
It doesn't stop me |
Memories are coming to me |
To all the old springs |
And to our kisses |
There, next to Miljacka |
My years are coming |
When a man stops |
And when he looks at the past |
Some other eyes |
When you break a branch of a sad willow |
In the ground when you plant it |
A new tree grows |
You forget the old |
But my story is not mine |
I didn't choose anything |
And my bark burned there |
And I played |
Memories are coming to me |
To all the old springs |
And to our kisses |
There, next to Miljacka |
My years are coming |
When a man stops |
And when he looks at the past |
Some other eyes |
Memories are coming to me |
To all the old springs |
And to our kisses |
There, next to Miljacka |
My years are coming |
When a man stops |
And when he looks at the past |
Some other eyes |