Đorđe Balašević - Panonski mornar Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

Panonian sailor

I'm looking at Banat, Srem and Bačka
From the top of Fruška Gora
I'm looking, and there's turmoil in my soul
There was, according to books, a sea here once
It waited for me and then it dried up
 
I'm a born mariner like Magellan
Or even better, like Admiral Cook
In this plain among the fields I'm losing hope
A sea dog marooned in the cornfields
 
My sea doesn't exist
And I don't know what to do
My old man says that Danube isn't bad either
 
My sea doesn't exist, but
I still live in hope
That maybe someday we will meet again
 
My life is therefore bitter like tonic water
My despair is endless and bottomless
But luckily, there's Moon the lighthouse
Guiding me through the blue waters of dreams
 
Oh, why did it have to happen to me
I don't know should I cry or should I laugh
Some sailors maybe lose their ships
But to lose a sea is exceptionally bad luck
 
My sea doesn't exist...
 


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