Ništa Nova - Oliver Dragojevic

Nista nova, nista nova posli feste kisne vala

U pitaru lipi snova cilo lito tu si stala

Rastimane sad su ure, zatvorene gnjiju skure…

Sad sivotu, punon zima, okrenuta nan je prova

Odrisena ve' je cima, nista nova, nista nova…

Pala je u more stina i prozebli grdelini

Uz gradele, kraj komina nima ko da te zamini

I dok jugo stalno jaca, oko kuce reste draca…

Sve se sprema da podivja, a mi kano stara bova

Plutamo bez pravog cilja: nista nova, nista nova…

Uzalud privrcen foje ca ce rec mi na sva justa

Svi govore: bit ce boje, barbirija vec je pusta

Vaja vrime niz skaline vonj mizerje i morbine…

I briskulu dikod baci klapa ca jos ni gotova

Da ostari po bonaci, nista nova, nista nova…

Finili su pusti kanti i promukla vec je klapa

I po dobru svak te panti starec s nama sve do scapa

Naresle su nove plime, popucale surgadine…

Jos se pine dugi vali i po mistu reve tovar

Jarboli u more pali: nista nova, nista nova…

P. S.Pjesmu izvodi i Radojka Sverko

Nothing new, nothing new after the rain wave festival

You stopped there all night in the pit of dreams

The hours are now growing, the rot of the skin is closed…

Now gray, full of winter, turned nan is a rehearsal

Odrisena ve 'je cima, nista nova, nista nova…

She fell into a sea of ​​rocks and frosts

With the grill, there is no one to replace you by the chimney

And while the south is constantly getting stronger, around the house there are thorns…

Everything is getting ready to go wild, and we are getting old

We float without a real goal: nothing new, nothing new…

In vain attached to the foyer will tell me all the justa

Everyone says: there will be colors, barberry is already empty

Exercise time down the stairs the smell of misery and morbine…

And briskulu dikod throws klapa ca not yet done

To grow old in bonaca, nothing new, nothing new…

Empty buckets are finished and the klapa is already hoarse

And for goodness sake, every old man is with us all the way to scap

New tides set in, surgadine cracked…

The pine trees are still rolling and the load is roaring around the place

Masts fall into the sea: nothing new, nothing new…

P. S. The song is also performed by Radojka Sverko