Translation of the song lyrics Nekako S Proljeća - Crvena jabuka, Kemal Monteno

Nekako S Proljeća (original)

Nekako s proljeca
uvijek meni doluta
neka ceznja tamna
tiha mudrost davna
Spustam ja stare kofere
na perone sudbine
to je miris zrelih godina
moj kaput, bas je tezak, najdraza
Nekako s proljeca
ja se sjetim starih drugova
probude se u meni
svi derneci pijani
Tad nosim stare cipele
one znaju moje ulice
to je boja, crnoponocna
moji koraci, bas su teski, najdraza
Ref.
I opet taj osjecaj samoce
kad nece nikog mene krene i hoce
i opet mrakom svoje pjesme bojim
pijan od zelje za usnama tvojim
sav sam ti od ludila, nekako s proljeca
Nekako s proljeca
sjeti mene nepravda
na pobjede, poraze
i sve lazne obzire
Napravim, racun prastanja
popijem, pusta mastanja
to je ukus, lijepog kajanja
moji kapci, bas su teski, najdraza
Nekako s proljeca
noc mi oci otvara
nemam san da uhvatim
nema dana da ne izludim
A hocu da te vodim ja tragom sunca, jugom maslina
to je dodir tvojih bedara
moja dusa, bas te voli, najdraza
Ref.

Nekako S Proljeća (translation)

Somehow from spring
always to me
let the longing dark
silent wisdom long ago
I put down my old suitcases
on the platform of destiny
it is the scent of mature years
my coat, it's very heavy, darling
Somehow from spring
I remember old comrades
they wake up in me
all derneci drunk
Then I wear old shoes
they know my streets
it is a color, black and midnight
my steps are very difficult, my dearest
Ref.
And again that feeling of loneliness
when no one wants to go and want me
and again with the darkness of my song I paint
drunk with desire for your lips
I'm all mad, kind of spring
Somehow from spring
remember me injustice
to victories, defeats
and all false considerations
I make, an account of forgiveness
I drink, empty fantasies
it is a taste, of beautiful remorse
my eyelids are very heavy, darling
Somehow from spring
the night opens my eyes
I have no dream of catching
there is not a day that I do not go mad
And I want to lead you in the footsteps of the sun, in the south of the olive grove
it is the touch of your thighs
my soul, he loves you very much, dearest
Ref.