Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Vidno od prosle godine , by - Maya Berović. Release date: 14.10.2021
Song language: Bosnian
Vidno od prosle godine(original) |
| Iste se pričaju priče |
| Djevojke na mene liče |
| Sve me to na ljubav podsjeća |
| Na one besane noći |
| Na one crne oči |
| Što sam te zime voljela |
| Dajte mi sto tu gde je sedio on |
| I dvije čaše da nazdravim |
| Pa da od tuge sreću napravim |
| Dajte mi sto, pa neka bude mi zlo |
| Kada vino stigne me |
| Vino od prošle godine |
| Tu ista muzika svima |
| I ista pjesma me dira |
| Sve me to na ljubav podsjeća |
| Na one besane noći |
| Na one crne oči |
| Što sam te zime voljela |
| Dajte mi sto tu gde je sedio on |
| I dvije čaše da nazdravim |
| Pa da od tuge sreću napravim |
| Dajte mi sto, pa neka bude mi zlo |
| Kada vino stigne me |
| Vino od prošle godine |
| Godinu već dana ljubav mi je slana |
| Pa me svako veče ista suza peče |
| Dajte mi sto tu gde je sedio on |
| I dvije čaše da nazdravim |
| Pa da od tuge sreću napravim |
| Dajte mi sto, pa neka bude mi zlo |
| Kada vino stigne me |
| Vino od prošle godine |
| Dajte mi sto tu gde je sedio on |
| I dvije čaše da nazdravim |
| Pa da od tuge sreću napravim |
| Dajte mi sto, pa neka bude mi zlo |
| Kada vino stigne me |
| Vino od prošle godine |
| (translation) |
| The same stories are told |
| The girls look like me |
| It all reminds me of love |
| On those sleepless nights |
| To those black eyes |
| Which I loved that winter |
| Give me a table where he sat |
| And two glasses to toast |
| So that I can make happiness out of sadness |
| Give me a table, and let me be sick |
| When the wine reaches me |
| Wine from last year |
| The same music for everyone |
| And the same song touches me |
| It all reminds me of love |
| On those sleepless nights |
| To those black eyes |
| Which I loved that winter |
| Give me a table where he sat |
| And two glasses to toast |
| So that I can make happiness out of sadness |
| Give me a table, and let me be sick |
| When the wine reaches me |
| Wine from last year |
| For a year now, my love has been salty |
| So every night the same tear burns me |
| Give me a table where he sat |
| And two glasses to toast |
| So that I can make happiness out of sadness |
| Give me a table, and let me be sick |
| When the wine reaches me |
| Wine from last year |
| Give me a table where he sat |
| And two glasses to toast |
| So that I can make happiness out of sadness |
| Give me a table, and let me be sick |
| When the wine reaches me |
| Wine from last year |