Doviđenja, Zaboravi Me - Neda Ukraden

Sjećam se svake sitnice,

Mirisa mora i vina,

Sve što smo sanjali skupa,

Kako zamišljali sina.

Ponekad malo plačem,

Još me naš rastanak boli.

Zašto se mora otići

Kada se najviše voli?

Al' doviđenja, zaboravi me,

Sve dane nježne i grube,

Mi nismo imali sreće —

Neka se drugi ljube.

Al' doviđenja, zaboravi me,

Srce je skitnica stara,

Druge će ljubiti sutra,

Al' ne s toliko žara,

Druge će ljubiti sutra,

Nikad s toliko žara.

Sjećam se svake sitnice,

Naših ukradenih noći

I jedne suze u oku

Kada se moralo poći.

Ponekad malo plačem,

Još me naš rastanak boli.

Zašto se mora otići

Kada se najviše voli?

Al' doviđenja, zaboravi me,

Sve dane nježne i grube,

Mi nismo imali sreće —

Neka se drugi ljube.

Al' doviđenja, zaboravi me,

Srce je skitnica stara,

Druge će ljubiti sutra,

Al' ne s toliko žara.

Al' doviđenja, zaboravi me,

Sve dane nježne i grube,

Mi nismo imali sreće —

Neka se drugi ljube.

Al' doviđenja, zaboravi me,

Srce je skitnica stara,

Druge će ljubiti sutra…

I remember every little thing,

The smell of the sea and wine,

Everything we dreamed of together,

How they imagined their son.

Sometimes I cry a little,

Our parting still hurts me.

Why he has to leave

When is he most loved?

But goodbye, forget me,

All days gentle and rough,

We were unlucky -

Let others kiss.

But goodbye, forget me,

The heart is an old tramp,

He will love others tomorrow,

But not with so much zeal,

He will love others tomorrow,

Never with so much zeal.

I remember every little thing,

Our stolen nights

And one tear in his eye

When it had to go.

Sometimes I cry a little,

Our parting still hurts me.

Why he has to leave

When is he most loved?

But goodbye, forget me,

All days gentle and rough,

We were unlucky -

Let others kiss.

But goodbye, forget me,

The heart is an old tramp,

He will love others tomorrow,

But not with so much heat.

But goodbye, forget me,

All days gentle and rough,

We were unlucky -

Let others kiss.

But goodbye, forget me,

The heart is an old tramp,

He will love others tomorrow…