TRIPUT SAM VIDEO TITA
Jednom se otac moj sa posla ku}i vratio pre,
odenuo mi prazni~no sve i poveo me na trg.
Bio sam klinac jo{ i bilo mi je tek oko pet
al' dobro pamtim nasmejan svet i sve~an i sretan grad.
Nisam razumeo zastave, gu`vu.
Znao sam tek, ne{to je va`no
jer otac me tad prigrli sna`no,
re~e mi: "Sine, gledaj i pamti".
I ja sam video Tita mar{ala,
legendu tu, slobodotvorca,
~oveka tog, druga i borca.
Tada sam ja video Tita prvi put.
U {kolskim danima o njemu su nas u~ili sve
al' `ivot nam objasnio tek to kakav je ~ovek Broz.
Bio sam momak ve}, kroz muziku sam tra`io re~,
pred jedan koncert prostruja vest da do}i }e mo`da on.
I ja sam stajao malen, s gitarom.
A predamnom sve, moje detinjstvo,
sloboda, mir, bratstvo-jedinstvo,
predamnom on, nasmejan, ve~an.
I opet sam video Tita mar{ala,
legendu tu, slobodotvorca,
~oveka tog, druga i borca.
Tada sam ja video Tita drugi put.
Bio je peti maj, iz Skoplja me je vodio put.
Na stanicama, du` pruge svud ti{ina i nema bol.
Bitola, Maribor, Rijeka, Nik{i}, Zenica, Bor...
I svaki ~ovek i svaki dom je `alio du{om svom.
A ja sam video visoke pe}i,
fabrike, dim, {iroke njive,
gradove {to slobodno `ive,
decu i mir i jato ptica.
I opet sam video Tita mar{ala,
legendu tu, slobodotvorca,
~oveka tog, druga i borca.
Opet sam svud video Tita.
Da, ja sam video Tita mar{ala,
legendu tu, slobodotvorca,
~oveka tog, druga i borca.
Opet sam svud video Tita.Sooner or later more,
These words to paper pour.
Compose apologies, To bring you back to me.
What words were written for…
One girl whose pages tore.
I’ll bet you never knew, With a letter came a fool for you.
She says she’d worked it out,
This room’s not big enough for two.
He swears she’d work his words out, If she ever knew.
How do I find her, Bearing my heart in hand.
Last winter, Anne Arbour Was all I had.
I still wear your heart around my throat
I still wear your heart around my throat
With barely the air not to choke.
Never, not ever again.
I finally replaced every promise you’ve taken away.
Now that it’s over, I’m older and colder this way.
I finally replaced every promise you’ve taken away.
How do I find her, Bearing my heart in my hand.
Last winter, Anne Arbour was all I had.