Translation of the song lyrics Vidno od prosle godine - Maya Berović

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

Vidno od prosle 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