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Izgubljena šansa

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Videla sam te s društvom,
nosio si isti parfem na svojoj koži.
Rekao si mi 'Nedostaješ mi' i 'Kako si?'.
Znaš da nisam dobra u ovome.
U stomaku mi se prevrće.
Nekad sam te znala i muka mi je od toga.
 
Zato mi ne reci da previše dramim
praveći se da naša priča nije tragična.
 
Šta ako je najbolja stvar koju si imao
onaj neko koga želiš nazad?
Šta da si u trenu kad si odlazio
poželeo da se okreneš?
Šta ako si samo pogrešio
i ja sam sve vreme bila ona prava?
Ne bih da ti kažem 'Rekla sam ti',
ali, dragi, zar to nije tužno?
Izgubio si svoju šansu.
 
Rekao si mi da ti se sestra verila,
da je pronašla svoju ljubav, ali ne možeš reći isto za sebe.
Mislio si da smo to mogli biti mi jednog dana.
Teško je održati ovu kratku konverzaciju
kad mi je srce ostalo u 2019. godini.
Stao si blizu mene, a ja sam samo gledala u stranu.
 
Zato mi ne reci da previše dramim
praveći se da naša priča nije tragična.
 
Šta ako je najbolja stvar koju si imao
onaj neko koga želiš nazad?
Šta da si u trenu kad si odlazio
poželeo da se okreneš?
Šta ako si samo pogrešio
i ja sam sve vreme bila ona prava?
Ne bih da ti kažem 'Rekla sam ti',
ali, dragi, zar to nije tužno?
 
Oh, sad moraš da me gledaš
kako svoj svet dajem nekom drugom.
Bacaš šibice u vatru,
ali ti si onaj koji ju je potpalio
kad si odlazio, trebalo je samo da kažem..
 
Šta ako je najbolja stvar koju si imao
onaj neko koga želiš nazad?
Šta da si u trenu kad si odlazio
poželeo da se okreneš?
Šta ako si samo pogrešio
i ja sam sve vreme bila ona prava?
Ne bih da ti kažem 'Rekla sam ti',
ali, dragi, zar to nije tužno?
Izgubio si svoju šansu.
(Oh, oh, oh)
Izgubio si svoju šansu.
 

Umorna sam od tebe

Umorna sam od tebe,
jer nemam nikog osim tebe,
jer si ti onaj koga volim,
Nema drugog mesta osim
tvoga zagrljaja za moje tuge, zbog toga nemam nikog drugog osim tebe,moja ljubavi…
 
Ako mi kažeš da odlaziš,
nedostajaćeš mi i pre nego sto odeš od mene,
Kad mi se smeješ u lice,
kažem sebi, U LJUBAVI
nema srama !!
 
Toliko malo očekujem
od tebe ,lepu reč da mi kažeš, nešto da me
smiri, kad je čujem zaboravim koliko je okrutno živeti s tobom ,
Opraštam ti,jer te volim…
 
Kada ćeš shvatiti da je moje jedino oružje da te volim?
Ostajem bez reči…
Samo da mi ne zabraniš da živim kraj tebe
Ne mogu živeti,ako ne u
tvom naručju …
 
Zašto samo želiš da pokažeš da ti nisam bitna?
Tvoje mišljenje je i moje,
S tobom nemam pravo
na reč,
Pored tebe živim samo kao
slika…
Živela sam život da tebi udovoljim ,gazeći svoj ponos,sve što sam želela je da mi kažeš “moja ljubavi”,i zbog tebe sam izgubila mnogo ljudi…
 
Toliko malo očekujem
od tebe ,lepu reč da mi kažeš, nešto da me
smiri, kad je čujem zaboravim koliko je okrutno živeti s tobom ,
Opraštam ti,jer te volim…
 

Sveti Rat

Versions: #1
Ustaj, ogromna zemljo,
ustaj na smrtni boj
sa mračnom fašističkom vojskom,
sa prokletom hordom.
 
[Refren:)
Neka bes plemeniti
proključa poput talasa!
Vodi se narodni rat,
sveti rat!
 
Pružićemo otpor napadačima
svih vatrenih ideja
nasilnicima, otimačima
mučiteljima ljudi!
 
[Refren]
 
Ne smeju krila crna
nad otadžbinom leteti
polja njena prostrana
ne sme neprijatelj da gazi!
 
[Refren]
 
Pokvarenom fašističkom ološu
ćemo smestiti metak u čelo
Za dušmanina čovečanstva
napravićemo čvrsti grob!
 
[Refren]
 

Šumska braća

Tamo na ivici šume, u maloj kućici
Gde su živeli moji stari
Tamo na ivici šume, u maloj kućici
Smestili su se crveni
 
Aj-čih-aj-čah-aj-čah aj braćo
Mi šumska braća smo
Aj-čih-aj-čah-aj-čah aj braćo
Mi šumska braća, Estonci
 
I nemamo ni prebijene pare
Moramo da živimo u šumi
I ne možemo, ne želimo, nećemo
Nećemo da služimo crvene
 
Aj-čih-aj-čah-aj-čah aj braćo
Mi šumska braća smo
Aj-čih-aj-čah-aj-čah aj braćo
Mi šumska braća, Estonci
 
A tvoje oči, crne kao kopriva
Nikad neću zaboraviti
Jer tvoje oči, crne kao kopriva
Su moje srce osvojile
 
Aj-čih-aj-čah-aj-čah aj braćo
Mi šumska braća smo
Aj-čih-aj-čah-aj-čah aj braćo
Mi šumska braća, Estonci
 
I svoju zastavu, plavo-crno-belu
I dalje veličamo
A kad svane biće jasno
Ko je od nas pravi Estonac
 
Aj-čih-aj-čah-aj-čah aj braćo
Mi šumska braća smo
Aj-čih-aj-čah-aj-čah aj braćo
Mi šumska braća, Estonci
 

May the Mediterranean be

Versions: #1
Mediterranean Sea
 
May the Mediterranean be
that ship that goes alone
all playing music and all sailing
on that wave where one can fly
between science and legend
of flamenco and taranta
and between algebra and magic
in the wake of those sailors
and that wave that never stops
that the Mediterranean may be
 
Going, going, we are all the same
looking at the shores of the same sea
and no one is a pirate and no one is an emigrant
we are all seafarers
Going, going, there is no barrier
we are all children of the same sea
and no one is a pirate and no one is an emigrant
we are all seafarers
 
May the Mediterranean be
the fort that has no gates
where everyone can live
of the wealth that each one brings
every man with his own star
in the night of the dancing god
and every people with its own god
which accompanies all sailors
and that wave that never stops
that the Mediterranean may be
 
Going, going, to the same party
with a music made by different people
from Naples who invent a melody
to the drums of Algeria
Going, going, to the same party
with a music that continues and never stops
from Naples who invent a melody
to the drums of Algeria
 
Let the Mediterranean be
that ship that has always been going on
sailing between north and south
between east and west
and in the sea of ​​inventions
that compass to navigate
Nina, Pinta and Santa Maria
and the courage of those sailors
and that journey that never stops
that the Mediterranean may be
 
Mediterranean Sea
Mediterranean Sea
 
Let the Mediterranean be
that ship that goes alone
between the future and the poetry
in the wake of those sailors
and that wave that never stops
that the Mediterranean may be
 

Ninco Nanco

Versions: #1
Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he lives,
Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he dies.
Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he lives,
Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he dies.
 
1859, the old Bourbon king dies
and goes to the throne his son, 23-year-old, still a boy, .
It's time to take advantage of this power vacuum
of that kingdom in the middle of the sea guarded only by sirens.
And the Bank of Naples is ideal for offsetting expenses,
to cover the deficit of the Piedmontese finance.
 
And Ninco Nanco must die because history must go that way
and the South is a land of conquest Ninco Nanco cannot stay,
and Ninco Nanco must die because if he were alive he could speak
and if he spoke he could say something southern.
 
Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he lives,
Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he dies.
Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he lives,
Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he dies.
 
And the sulfur of Sicily and the construction sites in Castellammare
and the silk factories and Gaeta to be bombed.
It is the ideal that makes war, a declared war
to see who stands between the rifle and the tammuriata1,
and the tammurriata is superstition, this story must end
and here one makes Italy or one dies and Ninco Nanco must die.
 
And Ninco Nanco must die because history must go that way
and the South is a land of conquest Ninco Nanco cannot stay there,
and Ninco Nanco must die because if he were alive he could speak
and if he spoke he could say something southern.
 
Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he lives,
Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he dies.
Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he lives,
Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he dies.
 
And to defeat brigandage and to inaugurate emigration
the courage must be killed and Ninco Nanco better die.
Because he was born an earth digger and killing him is not a crime
and after a revolver shot they even photographed him.
And his soul is far off, but the smile is still on his face.
the last challenge of a brigand: 'How beautiful it is to die killed'2.
 
And Ninco Nanco must die because history must go that way
and the South is a land of conquest Ninco Nanco cannot stay there,
and Ninco Nanco must die because if he were alive he could talk
and if he spoke he could say something southern.
 
And Ninco Nanco is to be eliminated and if he dies who cares,
not one flower on his grave, no one praying on his grave.
 
And Ninco Nanco is to be eliminated that his name is no longer be mentioned,
Cursed be his story, cursed be this song.
 
Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he lives,
Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he dies.
Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he lives,
Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he dies.
Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he lives,
Ninco Nanco will be a thorn in his side when he dies.
 
And Ninco Nanco must die because if he were alive he could speak
and if he spoke he could say something southern.
 

• 1. Until a few decades ago, the term tammurriata meant only a song-instrumental repertoire, while currently it represents a complex family of dances on the drum (also called simply 'dance' by the direct performers). It is performed in a vast area ranging from the lower Volturno valley, the Caserta area, the Circumvesuvian area, up to the Agro Nocerino, the Nolano and the Amalfi Coast.
• 2. 'How beautiful it is to die killed': 'How beautiful it is to die killed / in front of the door of the lover / the soul goes up to heaven / the body remains at the unfortunate' is an anonymous quatrain of the nineteenth century. According to Eugenio Bennato it could be a bandit song. The first line was used by Roberto De Simone as the title of a record of him, the soundtrack of the homonymous film on Pisacane directed by Ennio Lorenzini (1975).

Me I like you as you are

Me I like you just as you are,
without theatricality,
without show garments,
the way mommy made you.
 
Me I like you just as you are,
including your fixations,
including all your flaws,
and your old aunts, too.
Giancarlo is a friend
and he keeps repeating me
that you're the ideal woman
and he would like you for himself.
 
Me I like you just as you are,
Giancarlo is absolutely right,
you're the ideal woman,
but you're ideal for me.
 
I'm no extremist,
I'm not shallow either,
but revolution
is what I want to do with you.
 
Me I like you just as you are,
the sentence might be commonplace
and even a bit ungrammatical,
but the ending makes up for it:
Me I like you just as you are,
I am a tough guy but however
in a month, a year tops
I will marry you!
 

No Volvere & Mazal Mazal

My love
My love, please
Don't go away
I will count the hours
Until I see you
My love,
My love, please
Don't go away
I will count the hours
Until I see you
Return back
I will not return, I will not return
I don't want to remember, I don't want to remember
Return back
I will not return, I will not return
I don't want to remember, I don't want to remember
 
Still Still your love is still in my mind
It is impossible for me to forget you although If you have already forgotten me
If you live long and it is written that in our destiny
Maybe one day you'll return asking on me
My life without you is full of sadness, I live it in a bitter misery
It is like my God created you only for me
You broke me when you left me your tenderness is still inner me
Live your life or forget me return back come back to me
Still Still your love is still in my mind
It is impossible for me to forget you if although you have already forgotten on me
If we live long and and it is written that in our destiny
maybe one day you'll return asking about me
 

Pilerin

Nebo je plavičasto i tmurno
Nekuda je nestao mesec
Ulica puna otopljenog snega
Ispod prozora drvo bez lišća
U snegu su duge pruge
Napravile tvoje finske sanke
Setno se na naslon
Šćućuriš
U očima ti odsutan sjaj
 
Pilerin, Pilerin
Ovde se danas nalazimo
U plavetnilu noći ispod uličnih svetiljki
Pilerin, Pilerin
Detinjstvo se ovde završava
Na ranoprolećnoj ulici
 
U grudima ti je letnje sunce
Prolećno veče ti je brat
Želeo bih da se baš ovde, napolju
Svučeš
Otvaraš rubove kaputa
Otkopčavaš spreda dugmiće svoje haljine
Sa vodom koja otiče niz kanalizaciju
Sramežljivost nestaje iz tebe
 
Ref.
 
Stojiš u snegu kao od majke rođena
Znaš, da želim doći
U tvoju sobu, u tvoj krevet
Sa tobom da poludim
Danas se pretvorilo u juče
Na prugasti jastuk
Spuštamo glave i čini nam se
Ljudi su svi dobri
 
Ref.
 
Ali na jutarnjem suncu
Otvaraš plave oči
Osluškujuješ kako iza prozora
Veselo mrmore vode
Nemoj mi u oči,
Sunce
Kroz maleni komadić stakla
Svet izgleda zeleno
 
Ref.
 

Promise

Only those who have dreamed
Know the worth of believing when no one else believes
Only those who have fought
Know what it is to bring the giant down
With a stone and a sling1
 
The God that reveals destiny
Won't show the way
Faith is my compass
And I move on
Believing that the sown seed will sprout
 
If no one believes, I will
If no one believes, I will
The promise is bigger than me
And the God that promised me is loyal to fulfill it
 
The God that reveals destiny
Won't show the way
Faith is my compass
And I move on
Believing that the sown seed will sprout
 
If no one believes, I will
If no one believes, I will
The promise is bigger than me
And the God that promised me is loyal to fulfill it
 
If no one believes, I will
If no one believes, I will
The promise is bigger than me
And the God that promised me is loyal to fulfill it
 
Loyal to fulfill it
Loyal to fulfill it
 
If no one believes, I will
If no one believes, I will
The promise is bigger than me
And the God that promised me is loyal to fulfill it
 
Loyal to fulfill it
Loyal to fulfill it
Loyal to fulfill it
 

• 1. Reference to the Biblical episode of the fight between David and Goliath.

Winter Realm

Monotonous landscape stretches endlessly
and conceals many lost lives
An age of evil memories
will not be forgotten, will not be forgotten
 
Is there sorrow in the air?
Is anxiety sown in frozen ground?
 
...Tears of anguish...
 
Today only ruins are left
As the earth's own scars they stand, silent
Stone by stone, covered with snow
Do you know how it hurts?
 

Hard to kill

(first verse)
'Hard to kill'
I tattooed on myself after you
You said you were different
And I didn't stop crying over you
 
This is in your blood
To use and to leave...
You make them addicted with the pain!
 
Chorus:
Cry now, cry!
And post it as a story!
It can't hurt me no more!
And beg me, beg me
Poison yourself with nicotine
But it's not gonna be you and me no more!
 
Tell people 'she's crazy'...
I was crazy to be with you, you!
And my love like me
Is hard to kill!
 
(second verse)
You're all like that
Forever - only one-night stands
You're good at talking
But in love - you are good for nothing!
 
While I was counting the days til our next date
You were counting your women!