The Human League - Louise Превод текста
Lujza
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Ugled'o je kad se s aftobusa skinula
Godine je sve k'o krpom otrla
Lica beše ostarela, malko gruboga
Pogleda još tako bistroga.
Strugnuo je svoju kafu i izaš'o žurno
Da je ne izgubi, on je preko puta jurn'o
Priš'o joj k'o derište kak'o, bog te mazo
Furtom se je usr'o zbog onoga što bi njojzi kaz'o.
„ Servus, Lujza
Jel' se sećaš mene?
Dal' da svako svojim putom krene
Il' da postojimo neko vreme?
K'o da se još švaleramo “
Treb'o joj je moment samo da bi prepoznala
Lolu otog, što je furtom nekad znala
Kad je kren'o da joj se izvinjava
Manula je sva gorčina, što ju je nosala
Stavila je nežno prs' na njegove usne
Da pokaže, namere njegove da su njojzi jasne
Sa stvarima manutim da po zemlji ležidu
Prišla mu je ko što ljubavnici radidu
On tad Lujzi je kaz'o
„ Baš si lepa, bog te mazo
Vidi, kako bi to kaz'o?
Činiš da se osećam
Ko da se još s tobom švaleram“
Nije fakat da vreme leči sve rane
Postojidu rane koje čovek oće da mane
Poput sećanja na štogod što je dobro bilo
Štogod tol'ko stvarno, što se nikad ne bi ponovilo
Iako u divanu dugo ne prođe
Pre neg' što će mu kas'ti da mora da pođe
Susret ovaj znak mu da
Da mu je rečeno sve što treba da zna
I tako Lujza
Iz aftobusa ma'nu
I na odlasku
Taki mu osmeh da
K'o da se sa njim i sad švalera
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Someone loved me
Someone loved me
I remember it
Because my pale, gray lips
Were happy again
Flushed with blood
And with deep emotions
Too bold to share with friends
Someone loved me
And in my eyes
There was a bright light that
I have never found again
I remember it
That bright light that
I have never found again
Someone loved me
Something was reborn
And for a time
That was never written down
In any calendar
But it doesn't matter
Those were powerful days beyond
Anything I could imagine
I didn’t need a diary