Pisacu joj pisma duga

Writing Her Long Letters

Pisacu joj pisma duga

My moon, the evening's falling, where are you?Moj mjesece, evo pada vece, a gdje si ti?
Everywhere's dark, my dear's all alone, do you see?Svuda tama, moja draga sama, vidis li?
Flowers, grass, everything's asleep tonight,Cvijece, trava, bas sve nocas spava,
Hey cities, where the hell are these roads taking me?hej gradovi, kud' li me vode ovi drumovi?

Shining star, who are you dreaming of tonight, ask her.Zvijezdo sjajna, koga l' nocas sanja, pitaj je.
Are her hands waiting for me or not?Ruke njene, cekaju li mene ili ne?
Tell my soul, my heart's a little deceived.Dusi kazi, srcu malo slazi.
Hey cities, where the hell are these roads taking me?Hej gradovi, kud' li me vode ovi drumovi?

I’ll write her long letters,Pisacu joj pisma duga,
from the countryside, from Drniš,iz Zagore, iz Drnisa,
warm postcards from the south,razglednice tople s juga,
from Banat, Bosnia, Niš...iz Banata, Bosne, Nisa...

I’ll send her my pictures,Poslacu joj slike svoje,
where Istra and Pula can be seen,gdje se vide Istra, Pula,
at least there’s something of mine,nek bar nesto ima moje,
to comfort her, to protect her, to keep her safe.da je tjesi, da je brani, da je cuva.