| Na jastuku… Bdim na ponoćnoj straži kao stari posustali ratnik
| On the pillow im I watch the midnight guard like an old fallen warrior
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| Kom svaki put od riznice neba jedva zapadne mesečev zlatnik…
| Every time from the treasury of the sky, the moon's gold coin barely falls…
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| Pod oklopom drhti košuta plaha večno gonjena tamnim obrisima straha
| Under the armor, the timid hind trembles, eternally chased by the dark outlines of fear
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| Koja strepi i od mirnih obronaka sna…
| Who is afraid of the peaceful slopes of sleep…
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| Nedostaje mi naša ljubav, mila… Bez nje se život kruni uzalud…
| I miss our love, darling… Without it, life is crowned in vain…
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| Nedostaješ mi ti, kakva si bila… Nedostajem mi ja… Onako lud…
| I miss you, the way you were… I miss you… So crazy…
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| Ja znam da vreme ne voli heroje… I da je svaki hram ukaljalo…
| I know that time does not like heroes… And that every temple has defiled…
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| Al meni, eto, ništa sem nas dvoje nije valjalo…
| But to me, here, nothing but the two of us was good…
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| Kad potražim put u središte sebe, staze bivaju tešnje i tešnje…
| When I look for a way to the center of myself, the paths become narrower and narrower…
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| I skrijem se u zaklon tvog uha kao minđuša od duple trešnje…
| And I hide in the shelter of your ear like a double cherry earring…
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| Al uspevam da jos jednom odolim da prošapućem da te noćas ruski volim…
| But I manage to resist once again whispering that I love you in Russian tonight…
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| Šta su reči… Kremen što se izliže kad tad…
| What are the words… Flint that slips out then…
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| Nedostaje mi naša ljubav, mila… A bez nje ovaj kurjak menja ćud…
| I miss our love, darling… And without it, this cock changes the mood…
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| Nedostaješ mi ti, kakva si bila… Nedostajem mi ja… Onako lud…
| I miss you, the way you were… I miss you… So crazy…
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| Ja znam da vreme svemu menja boje… I da je silan sjaj pomračilo…
| I know that time changes the colors of everything… And that the strong glow darkened…
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| Al meni, eto, ništa sem nas dvoje nije značilo…
| But to me, it meant nothing but the two of us…
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| Ponekad još u moj filcani šešir spustiš osmeh ko čarobni cekin…
| Sometimes you put a smile like magic sequin in my felt hat…
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| I tad sam svoj… Jer ma kako me zvali ja sam samo tvoj lični Harlekin…
| And then I'm my own… Because no matter what you call me I'm just your personal Harlequin…
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| Ponekad još… Suza razmaže tintu… I ko domina padne zid u lavirintu…
| Sometimes more… Tears smear ink… And who dominates the wall in the labyrinth…
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| Tako prosto… Ponekad još stignemo do nas…
| So simple… Sometimes we still get to us…
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| Nedostaje mi naša ljubav, mila… Bez nje uz moje vene puže stud…
| I miss our love, darling… Without it the cold creeps along my veins…
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| Nedostaješ mi ti, kakva si bila… Nedostajem mi ja… Onako lud…
| I miss you, the way you were… I miss you… So crazy…
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| Ja znam da vreme uvek uzme svoje… I ne znam što bi nas poštedelo?
| I know that time always takes its toll… And I don't know what would spare us?
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| Al meni, eto, ništa sem nas dvoje nije vredelo… | But to me, here, nothing but the two of us was worth it… |