Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sunce Feat. Rundek Cargo Orkestar, artist - Letu Stuke. Album song The Best Of, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 21.04.2017
Record label: MenART
Song language: Bosnian
Sunce Feat. Rundek Cargo Orkestar(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 |