Translation of the song lyrics Ništa Nova - Oliver Dragojevic

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

Ništa Nova (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