Kemal Monteno — Nekako S Proljeća song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Nekako S Proljeća" by Kemal Monteno.
Lyrics
Nekako s proljeca,
Uvjek meni doluta
Neka ceznja tamna,
Tiha mudrost davna.
Spustam ja stare kofere
Na perone sudbine,
To je miris zrelih godina,
Moj kaput bas je tezak,
najdraza.
Nekako s proljeca,
Ja se sjetim starih drugova.
Probude se u meni
Svi derneci pijani.
Tad nosim stare cipele,
one znaju moje ulice.
To je boja crnoponocna,
Moje koraci bas su teski,
najdraza.
I opet taj osecaj samoce,
Kad nece nikog mene krene i hoce.
I opet mrakom svoje pjesme bojim,
pijan od zelje za usnama tvojim.
Sav sam ti od ludila,
Nekako s proljeca.
Nekako s proljeca,
Sjeti mene nepravda,
Na pobede, poraze,
I sve lazne obzire.
Napravim racun prastanja,
Popijem pusta mastanja.
To je ukus ljepog kajanja.
Moji kapci bas su teski.
najdraza.
Nekako s proljeca,
Noc mi oci otvara.
Nemam san da uhvatim,
Nema dana da ne izluludim.
A hocu da te vodim ja,
Tragom sunca, jugom maslina,
To je dodir tvojih bedara.
Moja dusa, bas te voli,
najdraza.
I opet taj osecaj samoce,
Kad nece nikog mene krene i hoce.
I opet mrakom svoje pjesme bojim,
pijan od zelje za usnama tvojim.
Sav sam ti od ludila,
Nekako s proljeca.
Sav sam ti od ludila,
Nekako s proljeca.
Sav sam ti od ludila,
Bez tebe, s proljeca.
Lyrics translation
Somehow with spring,
Still to me it wanders
Some desire the dark,
Quiet wisdom of the ancient.
Down I old suitcases
The perone of fate,
It's the smell of zrelih years,
My coat is very hard,
my favorite.
Somehow with spring,
I remember old comrades.
Wake up in me
All parties drunk.
Then wear old shoes,
they know my street.
It's the color crnoponocna,
My steps really are heavy,
my favorite.
And again that feeling of loneliness,
When will anyone me goes and wants.
And again mrakom their songs I'm afraid,
drunk of the desire to kiss your lips.
All I you of madness,
Somehow with the spring.
Somehow with spring,
Remember me injustice,
In victory, defeat,
And all the fake obzire.
Make an account of grace,
Drink lets flights of fancy.
It's a taste ljepog remorse.
My eyelids really are heavy.
my favorite.
Somehow with spring,
The night my eyes open.
I don't have a dream to catch,
There's not a day that I don't izluludim.
And I want to take you I,
On the trail of the sun, the south olive,
It's the touch of your thighs.
My soul, really loves you,
my favorite.
And again that feeling of loneliness,
When will anyone me goes and wants.
And again mrakom their songs I'm afraid,
drunk of the desire to kiss your lips.
All I you of madness,
Somehow with the spring.
All I you of madness,
Somehow with the spring.
All I you of madness,
Without you, the spring.