Kad Je Noć Hladna I Zvjezdana (Emira) - Crvena jabuka

Doš'o je iz nekog sela Bogu za leđima

Nije se nad’o gradu i kulama, tek da pokuša

To ga je dovelo skoro do ludila

Dani k’o ciganska godina pivo i rakija

Nedjeljom koliko može, on se dotjera

Pa cipel cugom do arilja gdje je radila, Emira

Sa njim se još kao dijete igrala

Bila mu je ko rođena, jedina

Kojoj može da se izjada

Emira

Sjetiš li se rodnih krajeva

Zimi kada zviždi košava

I snijeg napada

Emira

Kada čujem kuknjavu vjetrova

Više me je strah Beograda

Od onih naših vukova

Nedelja nekako čudno prazna birtija

Rekli su mu da je otišla s nekim gazdom iz kraljeva

I danas dan kruži priča među alasima

Kad je noć hladna i zvjezdana

K’o da iz rijeke neko doziva, nekoga

Emira

Sjetiš li se rodnih krajeva

Zimi kada zviždi košava

I snijeg napada

Emira

Kada čujem kuknjavu vjetrova

Više me je strah Beograda

Od onih naših vukova

Emira

Sjetiš li se rodnih krajeva

Zimi kada zviždi košava

I snijeg napada

Emira

Kada čujem kuknjavu vjetrova

Više me je strah Beograda

Od onih naših vukova

He came from a village behind God's back

He did not hope for the city and the towers, just to try

That drove him almost insane

Days like a gypsy year beer and brandy

On Sundays as much as he can, he dresses up

Well shoe booze to arilje where she worked, Emir

She played with him as a child

She was the only one born to him

Which can be eaten

Emir

Do you remember your hometown

In winter when the basket whistles

And snow attacks

Emir

When I hear the wailing of the winds

I am more afraid of Belgrade

From those of our wolves

Sunday is a strangely empty bar

He was told that she had gone with some boss from the kings

Even today, the story is circulating among the Alaskans

When the night is cold and starry

It's like calling someone from the river, someone

Emir

Do you remember your hometown

In winter when the basket whistles

And snow attacks

Emir

When I hear the wailing of the winds

I am more afraid of Belgrade

From those of our wolves

Emir

Do you remember your hometown

In winter when the basket whistles

And snow attacks

Emir

When I hear the wailing of the winds

I am more afraid of Belgrade

From those of our wolves