Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Govorim U Snu , by - LauferRelease date: 26.04.2011
Song language: Croatian
Govorim U Snu(original) |
| U gradu smiješnoga lica sami padamo |
| Svatko na drugom kraju svijeta |
| Zapetljanih tijela umor skrivamo |
| Koliko potrošenih priča, pune ulice papira |
| Pokidanih istina |
| Snovima trošili smo ceste |
| I ma da se ne smije u sebi dugo šutjeli |
| Miris prve jeseni… |
| Kroz otrovane noći kad je sjećanje na straži |
| Ja ne prolazim… |
| Tada vagoni puni srebra ni rijeke zlatnog praha |
| Neće jutro potkupiti |
| A vjetar nosi na lakim usnama |
| Miris prve jeseni… |
| Ooooo, govorim u snu… |
| Koliko potrošenih priča, pune ulice papira |
| Pokidanih istina |
| Snovima trošili smo ceste |
| I ma da se ne smije u sebi dugo šutjeli |
| A vjetar nosi na lakim usnama |
| Miris prve jeseni… |
| Ooooo, govorim u snu… |
| (translation) |
| In the city of funny faces we fall on our own |
| Everyone on the other side of the world |
| We hide our tiredness with entangled bodies |
| How many wasted stories, filling the streets of paper |
| Torn truths |
| We spent the roads with dreams |
| And even if they don't laugh, they kept silent for a long time |
| The smell of the first autumn... |
| Through poisoned nights when memory is on guard |
| I'm not passing… |
| Then wagons full of silver and rivers of gold dust |
| He won't buy the morning |
| And the wind carries on light lips |
| The smell of the first autumn... |
| Ooooo, I'm talking in my sleep… |
| How many wasted stories, filling the streets of paper |
| Torn truths |
| We spent the roads with dreams |
| And even if they don't laugh, they kept silent for a long time |
| And the wind carries on light lips |
| The smell of the first autumn... |
| Ooooo, I'm talking in my sleep… |