Cet'ri strane sveta (duet Djogani)

Four strange worlds (duet Djogani)

Cet'ri strane sveta (duet Djogani)

Well, Cile and Mile are no moreE pa, nema vise Cile, Mile
Mile has arrived, Kitic Milestig'o Mile, Kitic Mile
Say Mile, Mile brotherkazi Mile, Mile brate
Let them hear, let them understand, brotherneka cuju, neka shvate, brate

My heart is in the BalkansSrce je moje na Balkanu

And what kind of women they have up thereA kakve su im gore zene
Was there a place for meimali mesta tu za mene
Do I have at least a chanceda l' imam makar sansu
For a little romance thereza jednu malu tu romansu ja

Don't do it, brother, in that directionMa nemoj brate, na tu stranu

I will look for you through the embassyTrazicu te preko ambasade
I don't care if they do such thingsbas me briga da li takve stvari rade
I need a visa urgently, I'm coming to youhocu vizu hitno idem tebi
Which woman, when she loves, wouldn'tkoja zena kada voli ne bi

Neither Swedish nor GermanNi svedjanke, ni nemice
They are not even closeti nisu ni do kolena
To crossing borders with themda s' njima predjem granice
There is no chance, my belovedma nema sanse voljena

Neither France nor SwitzerlandNi Francuska, ni Svajcarska
Are not your destinynisu tvoja sudbina
The Balkan soul is callingzove dusa balkanska
There is no chance, my belovednema sanse voljena

Chorus:Ref.
I travel four strange worlds through EuropeCet'ri strane sveta putujem Evropom
But nowhere is like when I'm with youal' nigde mi nije kao kad sam s tobom
Millions of people, their numbers unknownmilioni ljudi ne zna im se broja
But only one is called my loveal' samo se jedna, zove ljubav moja

I will look for you through the embassyTrazicu te preko ambasade
I don't care if they do such thingsbas me briga da li takve stvari rade
I need a visa urgently, I'm coming to youhocu vizu hitno idem tebi
Which woman, when she loves, wouldn'tkoja zena kada voli ne bi

Neither Swedish nor GermanNi svedjanke, ni nemice
They are not even closeti nisu ni do kolena
To crossing borders with themda s' njima predjem granice
There is no chance, my belovedma nema sanse voljena

Neither France nor SwitzerlandNi Francuska, ni Svajcarska
Are not your destinynisu tvoja sudbina
The Balkan soul is callingzove dusa balkanska
There is no chance, my belovednema sanse voljena