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Belgrade

It ( Belgrade) has a wonderful power
to fullfil the night with light
with brightness of your smile
it dispels the sorrow
 
It gives love to everyone
and opens all doors
like old, loving companion
it is always
 
Belgrade (Belgrade)
Belgrade (Belgrade)
at the mouth of two rivers
beneath the Avala
 
Belgrade (Belgrade)
Belgrade (Belgrade)
for centuries
you've been keeping your white shape
 
Belgrade (Belgrade)
Belgrade (Belgrade)
your heart
you're giving unconditionally
 
Belgrade (Belgrade)
Belgrade (Belgrade)
your hug
and your love everybody wants
 
For you like
time is standing still
you live with your heart
always young, young
 
Chorus
Belgrade (Belgrade)
Belgrade (Belgrade)
everybody likes your
smiling/ singing streets
 
Belgrade (Belgrade)
Belgrade (Belgrade)
with us and within us
you're living
 
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Whistle at eight

As once at eight
I still pass through your street
And I stand now under window of yours
 
As once at eight
I still whistle through your street
And now I stop under the window of yours
 
Although I know you are not there, I wait as in the dream
I think somewhere in the distance you will hear
Those raindrops on the windows, last two teardrops
In eyes forgotten dreams
 
And know
As once at eight
I still pass through your street
And I stand now under window of yours
 
Although I know you are not there,
I wait as in the dream
I think somewhere in the distance
you will hear
Those raindrops on the windows,
last two teardrops
In eyes forgotten dreams
 
And know
As once at eight
I still pass through your street
And I stand now under window of yours
And then I whistle our old sing
 

Romana

Who has stolen from the night
a part of the darkest colours,
and then weaved it into your eyes,
and gave them the glow, Romana?
 
Who has forced the birds
to give up their voice,
to become silent,
and lose their breath, Romana?
 
Wish I’d never met you,
or wanted you to be mine!
Wish I’d paid with my life
when I laid my eyes on you!
 
What’s a vulcano’s fire,
in front of the volcano of that ardor,
that you’re burning up with your dance,
and then throwing at us, Romana?
 
And all the eyes desire
to frantically devour you,
and all the hands would like
to at least touch you, Romana…
 
Wish I’d never met you,
or wanted you to be mine!
Wish I’d paid with my life
when I fell in love!
 
One night for you,
I was your song,
a song that gets forgotten
the next day already, Romana!
 
Because it’s stronger than passion,
your restless love,
that belongs to a world,
I’m not in, Romana…
 
Wish I’d never met you,
or wanted you to be mine!
Wish I’d paid with my life
when I lost you!
 
(translated by Gavrilo Došen)
 

Natali (Natalie)

The Red Square was quiet
When I got here with Natalie.
When my guide brought me here, Natalie.
There was snow, everywhere snow,
And then the market awakened.
Revived because of my guide, Natalie.
 
Warriors have passed here,
And poets all over the world,
Karenjine sleeps,
Kutuzova hides smoke,
Lenin's October comes,
While we're drinking tea now.
 
The Red Square was alive,
Through it many centuries passed.
Revived because of my guide, Natalie. Natalie
During the nights I decided firmly
To say the next day to Natalie:
'I love, I love you'
The next day we walked through the city,
I said only: 'Natalie, where are we now?'
 
Moscow, with towers ancient,
In the white streets,
The metro that goes,
Moscow, with a river that sings,
With the song that plays,
With a game that fires up blood.
 
La la la ...
 
I returned to my hometown
Here are all my friends,
But my guide is no more, Natalie.
Her stories live here,
I hear it still in every dream,
Karenjine sleeps.
 
My cigarettes smoke,
How it's like a figure.
While I'm drinking tea now.
In the night my city is sleeping,
All of the squares are empty,
They do not have my guide on them, Natalie.
Natalie ...
 
La la la ...
 

Natali (Natalie)

The Red Square was quiet
When I got here with Natalie.
When my guide brought me here, Natalie.
There was snow, everywhere snow,
And then the market awakened.
Revived because of my guide, Natalie.
 
Warriors have passed here,
And poets all over the world,
Karenjine sleeps,
Kutuzova hides smoke,
Lenin's October comes,
While we're drinking tea now.
 
The Red Square was alive,
Through it many centuries passed.
Revived because of my guide, Natalie. Natalie
During the nights I decided firmly
To say the next day to Natalie:
'I love, I love you'
The next day we walked through the city,
I said only: 'Natalie, where are we now?'
 
Moscow, with towers ancient,
In the white streets,
The metro that goes,
Moscow, with a river that sings,
With the song that plays,
With a game that fires up blood.
 
La la la ...
 
I returned to my hometown
Here are all my friends,
But my guide is no more, Natalie.
Her stories live here,
I hear it still in every dream,
Karenjine sleeps.
 
My cigarettes smoke,
How it's like a figure.
While I'm drinking tea now.
In the night my city is sleeping,
All of the squares are empty,
They do not have my guide on them, Natalie.
Natalie ...
 
La la la ...