Prozor Kraj Đardina - Goran Karan

Dok kasna nocna ura bati s kampanela

U prsi tisno, jedva se dise

Ja opet vidin jedno dite srid tinela

Od srca kida i pismu pise

Jedna zvizda ca je pala

Dusu cistu mu je takla

On ce slipo da je slidi

Sve do raja il' do pakla

I svitli, svitli

Jedan prozor kraj djardina

A iza skura jor korde zvone

I jeca, jeca ona ista mandolina

Kasna je ura, mater ga zove

I svitli, svitli

Jedan prozor moga grada

Dok od lipote srce se cipa

I neka leti nebu ova serenada

Adio moja mladosti lipa

Dok kasna nocna ura bati s kampanela

Pijana luna s neba se smije

Ja opet vidin jedno dite srid tinela

A nista nije, nije ka prije

Jedna zvizda ca je pala

Dusu cistu mu je takla

On ce slipo da je slidi

Od te noci iza cakla

I svitli, svitli

Prozor kraj djardina

While late at night beats from the bell tower

Tight in the chest, barely breathing

I saw one child again

He tears from the heart and writes a letter

One star fell

She touched his pure soul

He will slip to follow her

All the way to heaven or hell

And bright, bright

One window by the garden

And behind the skura jor korde is ringing

And sobs, sobs that same mandolin

It's late, mother calls him

And bright, bright

One window of my city

While the heart is beating with beauty

And let this serenade fly in the sky

Goodbye my youth linden

While late at night beats from the bell tower

The drunken moon from the sky laughs

I saw one child again

And it's nothing, it's not like before

One star fell

She touched his pure soul

He will slip to follow her

Since that night behind the glass

And bright, bright

A window by the garden