Trg Heroja - Arsen Dedic

Pamtim taj ulaz, kuću s tri balkona

I mutno svjetlo na stubištu u dnu

U prizemlju je bila gostiona

Tu sam jednom upoznao nju

Tu sam jednom upoznao nju

Gleda me blijedo, nepoznato lice

Kroz mokro staklo, nejasno, u snu

Zvono bez glasa, krletka bez ptice

Ona više ne stanuje tu

Ona više ne stanuje tu

— Ona je često mijenjala adrese

I nema za vas poruke

— Ne, nemam ništa da joj se prenese

U vrtu zrele jabuke

Bila je jesen šezdeset i osme

I ništa poslije o njoj ja ne čuh

Trgom heroja šeću samo sjene

Ona više ne stanuje tu

Ona više ne stanuje tu

— Ona je često mijenjala adrese

I nema za vas poruke

— Ne, nemam ništa da joj se prenese

U vrtu zrele jabuke

Bila je jesen šezdeset i osme

I ništa o njoj poslije ja ne čuh

Trgom heroja šeću samo sjene

Ona više ne stanuje tu

Ona više ne stanuje tu

I remember that entrance, a house with three balconies

And a dim light on the staircase at the bottom

There was an inn on the ground floor

I met her there once

I met her there once

A pale, unfamiliar face looks at me

Through the wet glass, vaguely, in a dream

A bell without a voice, a cage without a bird

She no longer lives there

She no longer lives there

- She changed addresses often

And there is no message for you

- No, I have nothing to pass on to her

Ripe apples in the garden

It was the fall of the sixty-eighth

And I didn't hear anything about her later

Only shadows walk the square of heroes

She no longer lives there

She no longer lives there

- She changed addresses often

And there is no message for you

- No, I have nothing to pass on to her

Ripe apples in the garden

It was the fall of the sixty-eighth

And I didn't hear anything about her afterwards

Only shadows walk the square of heroes

She no longer lives there

She no longer lives there