Kad Hodaš - Riblja Čorba

Vece ne mirise na Rakove I skoljke,

Mesec je bleda

Fleka boje cimeta.

Uzimas cipele za Setanje kroz snove,

Ulica voli ritam tvojih koraka.

Vetar se provlaci kroz

Nepoznate reci,

Asfalt se miluje sa Tvojim stiklama,

Suvise mekan da bi Mogao da spreci,

Ovo je vece puno tvojih tragova.

Kad hodas,

Ne zastajkujes,

I zemlju

Ne dodirujes,

A mene

Ne primecujes,

I uporno se trudis

Da me prodje pozuda.

Jos drhtim

Od tvog pogleda,

Iz nekih

Starih razloga,

Ne mogu da se sredim.

The evening doesn't smell like crabs and shells,

The moon is pale

Cinnamon stain.

You take walking shoes,

The street loves the rhythm of your footsteps.

The wind is blowing through

Unknown words,

Asphalt is caressed with Your glasses,

Too soft to stop,

This evening is full of your clues.

When you walk,

You don't stop,

And the country

You don't touch,

And me

You don't notice

And you work hard

To pass me by lust.

I'm still shivering

From your point of view,

From some

Old reasons

I can't fix it.