Sanja

Dok koračamAs I walkulicama pustimthrough empty streets,otkucavajuticking awayposljednji trenuciare the last momentsovogodišnjegof this year'sšesnaestogsixteenthstudenog.of November.

Ne bi gaThey wouldn'ttako zvali,have called it thatdok jošback whenbijasmowe weremladi,young,al ova večerbut this eveningna snijegof snowveć miriše,already smells,pa studeniso "the cold month"savršenosuits itpaše.perfectly.

Pamtiš li još Sanja,Do you still remember, Sanja,kako je jezivo hladna,how bitterly coldkreševska banja?the spa at Kreševo was?Sjećaš li se Sanja,Do you remember, Sanja,kako su dugehow longvojničke noći,the army nights werepodno Triglava?beneath Triglav?

Češće bi seWe'd get togetherdružili i smijali,and laugh more often,da nisu našif they hadn't setbivši svijetour former worldonako zapalili.on fire like that.

Što višeThe morevremena proteče,time goes by,to me ta voda,the hottervrelije peče.that water burns me.

Sklopim očiI close my eyesa djetinjstva slikeand pictures of childhoodzaigraju,start to dance,kao janjgije sjajlike the glow of a midsummer bonfirena osobnomon my ownmi platnu.private screen.

Pamtiš li još Sanja,Do you still remember, Sanja,kako je jezivo hladna,how bitterly coldkreševska banja?the spa at Kreševo was?Sjećaš li se Sanja,Do you remember, Sanja,kako su dugehow longvojničke noći,the army nights werepodno Triglava?beneath Triglav?

Dera s jeseniIn autumn the valleypadine okiti,adorns its slopesšarenilom lišća,with the colours of leaves,u kući staroj,in the old housebaška ljubav,a love all its own,nas puna bašča.a garden full of us.Tako je ovaThat's how it is, thisnestvarna šemaunreal set-upgdje vaswhere youuz nasby our sideviše nema.are no more.

Bliski ostajete ...You stay close ...

Ne svaki sat,Not every hour,ne svaku noć il' dan,not every night or day,al kad misli frekvencijebut when the frequency of my thoughtszanese ritam nostalgije,is swept up by nostalgia's rhythm,nanese stare tonove,bringing back old tones,mirise i glasove,scents and voices,tad stethen you'reopet tu.here again.

Kao kad naLike when onstarom tranzistoru,an old transistor radiopotrefiš konačnoyou finally tune inželjenu stanicu.the station you wanted.I do narednogAnd until the nextdaška vjetrabreath of windnestane šuma,the static fades,i odjekne tonand a tone rings out,glasan,loud,i kristalnoand crystaljasan.clear.

Pa kaže ...And it says ...

Pamtiš li još Sanja,Do you still remember, Sanja,kako je jezivo hladna,how bitterly coldkreševska banja?the spa at Kreševo was?Sjećaš li se Sanja,Do you remember, Sanja,kako su dugehow longvojničke noći,the army nights werepodno Triglava?beneath Triglav?

Nedostaje toI miss thatklupkoball of yarnminulog vremenaof time gone bykoje skupathat togetherodmotasmo.we unwound.A još i višeAnd even moreone vremenske nitithose threads of timekoje nažalostthat, sadly,nikadawe nevernismo.got to.

OstajemoWe remainnavijekforeverzapisani treptaja recorded flickeru kozmičkomin the cosmicbeskraju.infinity.Bez nas biWithout us, though,ipak ostalathere would bemala crnaa tiny blackrupicaholeu Gospodnjemin the Lord'smarifetluku.handiwork.

Pamtiš li još Sanja,Do you still remember, Sanja,kako je jezivo hladna,how bitterly coldkreševska banja?the spa at Kreševo was?Sjećaš li se Sanja,Do you remember, Sanja,kako su dugehow longvojničke noći,the army nights werepodno Triglava?beneath Triglav?

Pamtiš li još Sanja,Do you still remember, Sanja,kako je jezivo hladna,how bitterly coldkreševska banja?the spa at Kreševo was?Pošalješ li Sanja,Do you ever send, Sanja,zagrljaj nježni,a tender embracetoj davnoj čežnji,to that old longing,put sjevera?up north?

Pošalješ li Sanja,Do you ever send, Sanja,zagrljaj nježni,a tender embracetoj davnoj čežnji,to that old longing,put sjevera?up north?