Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sunce , by - Letu Stuke. Release date: 10.03.2022
Song language: Bosnian
Sunce(original) |
| U težak januar bi stavio ciganske oči |
| Da mogu |
| Da prati veljaču kud ide, jer ona ima |
| Kraću nogu |
| Martu bi dao usisivač za babine huke |
| Travanj nek otvori karneval i ogoli nam ruke |
| Da dočekaju sunce |
| Sunce izađe i zađe |
| Zemlja se okrene |
| Šta čovjeku radi vrijeme |
| Ljudi nisu stijene |
| Maju je mjesto u raju jer zemlju ozeleni |
| Veseli lipanj pjeva, pleše u blagoj sjeni |
| Julu je mjesec do brade i muzikom nas mami |
| Dok zvijezde brojimo do jutra |
| Ostali smo sami |
| Kolovoz gori |
| Sunce izađe i zađe |
| Zemlja se okrene |
| Šta čovjeku radi vrijeme |
| Ljudi nisu stijene |
| Septembar nosi proljeće, opet |
| Listopad, ljubav i kišu |
| Novembar taman je i dan je do pet |
| Prosinci godine brišu |
| Sunce izađe i zađe |
| Zemlja se okrene |
| Šta čovjeku radi vrijeme |
| Ljudi nisu stijene |
| Gdje odlaze sati |
| I svaki se vrati |
| A dani se množe |
| Gdje odoše, Bože |
| (translation) |
| He would put gypsy eyes on a difficult January |
| Yes I can |
| To follow February where she goes, because she has |
| Shorter leg |
| He would give Martha a vacuum cleaner for Grandma's hooks |
| Let April open the carnival and bare our hands |
| To welcome the sun |
| The sun rises and sets |
| The earth turned |
| What time does to a man |
| People are not rocks |
| May is a place in paradise because the earth is green |
| Merry June sings, dances in mild shade |
| July is the month to the chin and it entices us with music |
| While we count the stars until morning |
| We were left alone |
| August is burning |
| The sun rises and sets |
| The earth turned |
| What time does to a man |
| People are not rocks |
| September brings spring, again |
| October, love and rain |
| November is dark and the day is until five |
| December of the year erases |
| The sun rises and sets |
| The earth turned |
| What time does to a man |
| People are not rocks |
| Where the hours go |
| And everyone comes back |
| And the days are multiplying |
| Where are they going, God |