Mozda - Amadeus

Trose se drumovi

stig’o sam na kraj puta

dalje od ovoga, ne mogu ja

sve blize sam nevolji

sve dalje od svoga srca

ne prima koren moj, pustinja

A ja kradem jos Bogu dane

trazim lek za rane

sebi da, da oprostim

Ref.

Mozda, da nisam krao

osmeh sa tog lica

mozda, sad ne bih

ziveo kao lutalica

Mozda, mi dani ne bi

prolazili u tisini

mozda, kada bih je nazvao

i rek’o joj izvini

Srce je prepuno

strela iz njenog oka

ja cuvam ih

uporno kao uspomenu

Neka me secaju na dane

iz starog bloka

kad sam zadnji put

povredio nju

A ja kradem jos dane Bogu

zelim, al' ne mogu

sebi da, da oprostim

Roads are falling apart

I reached the end of the road

beyond this, I cannot

I'm getting closer to trouble

farther from his heart

do not receive my root, desert

And I'm still stealing God's days

I'm looking for a cure for wounds

to myself yes, to forgive

Ref.

Maybe I didn't steal

a smile on that face

maybe I wouldn't now

lived like a wanderer

Maybe my days wouldn't

passed in silence

maybe, if I called her

and said sorry to her

The heart is full

an arrow from her eye

I keep them

persistently as a memory

Let them remind me of the days

from the old block

when was the last time

hurt her

And I steal more days from God

I want to, but I can't

to myself yes, to forgive