Vidno od prosle godine - Maya Berović

Iste se pričaju priče

Djevojke na mene liče

Sve me to na ljubav podsjeća

Na one besane noći

Na one crne oči

Što sam te zime voljela

Dajte mi sto tu gde je sedio on

I dvije čaše da nazdravim

Pa da od tuge sreću napravim

Dajte mi sto, pa neka bude mi zlo

Kada vino stigne me

Vino od prošle godine

Tu ista muzika svima

I ista pjesma me dira

Sve me to na ljubav podsjeća

Na one besane noći

Na one crne oči

Što sam te zime voljela

Dajte mi sto tu gde je sedio on

I dvije čaše da nazdravim

Pa da od tuge sreću napravim

Dajte mi sto, pa neka bude mi zlo

Kada vino stigne me

Vino od prošle godine

Godinu već dana ljubav mi je slana

Pa me svako veče ista suza peče

Dajte mi sto tu gde je sedio on

I dvije čaše da nazdravim

Pa da od tuge sreću napravim

Dajte mi sto, pa neka bude mi zlo

Kada vino stigne me

Vino od prošle godine

Dajte mi sto tu gde je sedio on

I dvije čaše da nazdravim

Pa da od tuge sreću napravim

Dajte mi sto, pa neka bude mi zlo

Kada vino stigne me

Vino od prošle godine

The same stories are told

The girls look like me

It all reminds me of love

On those sleepless nights

To those black eyes

Which I loved that winter

Give me a table where he sat

And two glasses to toast

So that I can make happiness out of sadness

Give me a table, and let me be sick

When the wine reaches me

Wine from last year

The same music for everyone

And the same song touches me

It all reminds me of love

On those sleepless nights

To those black eyes

Which I loved that winter

Give me a table where he sat

And two glasses to toast

So that I can make happiness out of sadness

Give me a table, and let me be sick

When the wine reaches me

Wine from last year

For a year now, my love has been salty

So every night the same tear burns me

Give me a table where he sat

And two glasses to toast

So that I can make happiness out of sadness

Give me a table, and let me be sick

When the wine reaches me

Wine from last year

Give me a table where he sat

And two glasses to toast

So that I can make happiness out of sadness

Give me a table, and let me be sick

When the wine reaches me

Wine from last year