Od Jubavi San Duša Ranjena - Goran Karan

Pod mojon provon olujno je more

A nigdi svitla da mi snage da

Sva jidra spustan, zasto da se bore

Od jubavi san dusa ranjena

I nec"u nazad, nek me vitar nosi

Jer nisan za te moga zivit ja

Kad bog me primi, kad me pita ko si

Od jubavi san dusa ranjena

Kad jednom bude kasno za sve rici

Jer nije jubav rana ca se lici

Kad tilo drc"e ka da vitar puse

Ti dodji meni, ti dodji meni

Da ti skinen kriz sa duse

I sve san daje, sve je veca tama

I ne znan vise kako san se zva

Jer samo pantin to ca ne bi tija

Od jubavi san dusa ranjena

Under my provon is a stormy sea

And nowhere light to give me strength to

All sails down, why fight

From love the dream of a wounded soul

And don't go back, let the wind carry me

Because I can't live for you

When God receives me, when he asks me who you are

From love the dream of a wounded soul

Once it's too late for all the words

Because love is not a wound that looks like

Kad tilo drc "e ka da vitar puse

You come to me, you come to me

To take the crisis off your soul

And the dream gives everything, the darkness grows bigger

And I don't know what the dream is called anymore

Because only pantin wouldn't do that

From love the dream of a wounded soul