Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ništa Nova, artist - Oliver Dragojevic. Album song A L'Olympia, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 30.11.2006
Record label: Aquarius
Song language: Croatian
Ništa Nova(original) |
| Nista nova, nista nova posli feste kisne vala |
| U pitaru lipi snova cilo lito tu si stala |
| Rastimane sad su ure, zatvorene gnjiju skure… |
| Sad sivotu, punon zima, okrenuta nan je prova |
| Odrisena ve' je cima, nista nova, nista nova… |
| Pala je u more stina i prozebli grdelini |
| Uz gradele, kraj komina nima ko da te zamini |
| I dok jugo stalno jaca, oko kuce reste draca… |
| Sve se sprema da podivja, a mi kano stara bova |
| Plutamo bez pravog cilja: nista nova, nista nova… |
| Uzalud privrcen foje ca ce rec mi na sva justa |
| Svi govore: bit ce boje, barbirija vec je pusta |
| Vaja vrime niz skaline vonj mizerje i morbine… |
| I briskulu dikod baci klapa ca jos ni gotova |
| Da ostari po bonaci, nista nova, nista nova… |
| Finili su pusti kanti i promukla vec je klapa |
| I po dobru svak te panti starec s nama sve do scapa |
| Naresle su nove plime, popucale surgadine… |
| Jos se pine dugi vali i po mistu reve tovar |
| Jarboli u more pali: nista nova, nista nova… |
| P. S.Pjesmu izvodi i Radojka Sverko |
| (translation) |
| Nothing new, nothing new after the rain wave festival |
| You stopped there all night in the pit of dreams |
| The hours are now growing, the rot of the skin is closed… |
| Now gray, full of winter, turned nan is a rehearsal |
| Odrisena ve 'je cima, nista nova, nista nova… |
| She fell into a sea of rocks and frosts |
| With the grill, there is no one to replace you by the chimney |
| And while the south is constantly getting stronger, around the house there are thorns… |
| Everything is getting ready to go wild, and we are getting old |
| We float without a real goal: nothing new, nothing new… |
| In vain attached to the foyer will tell me all the justa |
| Everyone says: there will be colors, barberry is already empty |
| Exercise time down the stairs the smell of misery and morbine… |
| And briskulu dikod throws klapa ca not yet done |
| To grow old in bonaca, nothing new, nothing new… |
| Empty buckets are finished and the klapa is already hoarse |
| And for goodness sake, every old man is with us all the way to scap |
| New tides set in, surgadine cracked… |
| The pine trees are still rolling and the load is roaring around the place |
| Masts fall into the sea: nothing new, nothing new… |
| P. S. The song is also performed by Radojka Sverko |