Gitara, Gitara - Ivica Serfezi, Ljupka Dimitrovska

Makar ima raštimane žice

I malo sumnjiv ton,

Tvoja gitara budi ptice,

Prati me njezin zvon.

To je samo obična gitara

Koja se teško štima,

Al' u ruci pravoga mornara

Svoju dušu daje svima.

Gitara, gitara,

Gitara, gitara,

Tuguje za ljetom,

Priča nam o moru lutajući svijetom.

Gitara, gitara,

Gitara, gitara,

Jedan dodir ruke

Vraća nas u naše mirne luke.

Sve u svemu, sumnjiva je malo,

Baš ko i vlasnik njen,

Premda mislim da mi nije stalo,

Ja nemam mira ni tren.

Splele su nas njene zlatne niti

I jedna pjesma stara,

Ja bih htio, al' ne mogu skriti

Što mi znači ta gitara.

Gitara, gitara,

Gitara, gitara,

Tuguje za ljetom,

Priča nam o moru lutajući svijetom.

Gitara, gitara,

Gitara, gitara,

Jedan dodir ruke

Vraća nas u naše mirne luke.

Even if it has colorful wires

And a slightly suspicious tone,

Your guitar wakes up the birds,

I am followed by her bell.

It's just a regular guitar

Which is difficult to adjust,

But in the hands of a real sailor

He gives his soul to everyone.

Guitar, guitar,

Guitar, guitar,

Grieving for summer,

He tells us about the sea while wandering around the world.

Guitar, guitar,

Guitar, guitar,

One touch of the hand

It brings us back to our calm harbors.

All in all, she's a bit suspicious,

Just like its owner,

Although I don't think I care,

I don't have a moment's peace.

Her golden threads have woven us together

And an old song,

I would like to, but I can't hide it

What that guitar means to me.

Guitar, guitar,

Guitar, guitar,

Grieving for summer,

He tells us about the sea while wandering around the world.

Guitar, guitar,

Guitar, guitar,

One touch of the hand

It brings us back to our calm harbors.