Jer kad ostaris - Bijelo Dugme

jer kad ostaris

niko ne kuca na tvoja vrata

ni potok s ribama od srebra

ni mlado zdrijebe vlazna oka

ni jabuka u cvatu

niko

samo ja kad ostaris

kao oblak u tvojo kafi

doci cu u kromi kaputu

i cut cu kad ti se moje ime omakne

i krene

polako sama od sebe

posljednja suza za mene

jedan za drugim

vozovi polako prolaze

kao i obicno

stavit ces kacune i prozore

cini mi se da

mjesec ramazana pocinje

pomalo je tuzno

kada ostaris

because when you get old

nobody is knocking on your door

nor a stream with fish of silver

nor a young foal with wet eyes

nor an apple in blossom

no one

just me when you get old

like a cloud in your coffee

I will come in a chrome coat

and I will cut you when you forget my name

and go

slowly by itself

the last tear for me

one after another

trains pass slowly

as usual

you will put windows and doors

I think so

the month of Ramadan begins

it's kind of sad

when you get old