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    Anonymous

    It's by Рибља Чорба and it's called "Последња песма о теби"

    Крајем седамдесетих двадесетог века
    било је у мени нешто од човека
    ја сам давно мртав још од оног дана
    наш троје у соби и моја сахрана

    И увек свечано обећам
    а знам да лажем у себи
    да ћу престати да се сећам
    ово је последња песма о теби

    Ујед за душу у грлу кнедла
    једном заувек бачен са седла
    изгледа да сам узалуд старио
    ништа од снова нисам остварио

    Живин због других мени је свеједно
    после тебе потоп ништа није вредно
    подмукло заболи као кварни зуби
    истина је да се само једном љуби

    #420247

    Anonymous

    By the end of seventies of the twentieth century
    There was something human in me
    I am long dead since that day
    The three of us in the room and my funeral

    And always I solemnly promise
    And I know I'm lying even to myself
    That I will cease to remember
    This is the last song about you

    A bite on the soul,swallowing hard (knedla in the throat would be literal translation)
    Once and for all thrown from the saddle
    It seems I had aged in vain
    None of my dreams have I fulfilled

    I lived for others,to me it doesn't matter
    After you a shipwreck (poptop would drowning,but you get the meaning),nothing else matters
    Insidiously it hurts like a bad tooth
    It is true,you only love once.

    #420248

    Anonymous

    Thank you!

    #420249

    Anonymous
    Quote:
    By the end of seventies of the twentieth century
    There was something human in me
    I am long dead since that day
    The three of us in the room and my funeral

    And always I solemnly promise
    And I know I'm lying even to myself
    That I will cease to remember
    This is the last song about you

    A bite on the soul,swallowing hard (knedla in the throat would be literal translation)
    Once and for all thrown from the saddle
    It seems I had aged in vain
    None of my dreams have I fulfilled

    I lived for others,to me it doesn't matter
    After you a shipwreck (poptop would drowning,but you get the meaning),nothing else matters
    Insidiously it hurts like a bad tooth
    It is true,you only love once.

    potop = flood, but never the less very accurate translation

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