Pisaću Joj Pisma Duga - Zdravko Colic

Moj mjeseče, evo pada veče a gdje si ti

Svuda tama, moja draga sama, vidiš li

Cvijeće, trava, baš sve noćas spava

Hej gradovi, kud' li me vode ovi drumovi

Zvijezdo sjajna, koga l' noćas sanja, pitaj je

Ruke njene, čekaju li mene ili ne

Duši kaži, srcu malo slaži

Hej gradovi, kud' li me vode ovi drumovi

Pisaću joj pisma duga

Iz Zagore, iz Drniša

Razglednice tople s juga

Iz Banata, Bosne, Niša

Poslaću joj slike svoje

Gde se vide Istra, Pula

Nek bar nešto ima moje

Da je teši, da je brani, da je čuva

Moj mjeseče, evo pada veče a gdje si ti

Svuda tama, moja draga sama, vidiš li

Cvijeće, trava, baš sve noćas spava

Hej gradovi, kud' li me vode ovi drumovi

Pisaću joj pisma duga

Iz Zagore, iz Drniša

Razglednice tople s juga

Iz Banata, Bosne, Niša

Poslaću joj slike svoje

Gde se vide Istra, Pula

Nek bar nešto ima moje

Da je teši, da je brani, da je čuva

Pisaću joj pisma duga

Iz Zagore, iz Drniša

Razglednice tople s juga

Iz Banata, Bosne, Niša

Poslaću joj slike svoje

Gde se vide Istra, Pula

Nek bar nešto ima moje

Da je teši, da je brani, da je čuva

Pisaću joj pisma duga

Iz Zagore, iz Drniša

Razglednice tople s juga

Iz Banata, Bosne, Niša

Poslaću joj slike svoje

Gde se vide Istra, Pula

Nek bar nešto ima moje

Da je teši, da je brani, da je čuva

My moon, it's evening and where are you

Darkness everywhere, my dear alone, you see

Flowers, grass, just about everything sleeping tonight

Hey cities, where are these roads taking me?

Bright star, who is she dreaming about tonight, ask her

Her hands, whether they are waiting for me or not

Tell the soul, agree a little with the heart

Hey cities, where are these roads taking me?

I'll write her debt letters

From Zagora, from Drniš

Postcards warm from the south

From Banat, Bosnia, Nis

I'll send her pictures of myself

Where to see Istria, Pula

At least have something of mine

To comfort her, to defend her, to protect her

My moon, it's evening and where are you

Darkness everywhere, my dear alone, you see

Flowers, grass, just about everything sleeping tonight

Hey cities, where are these roads taking me?

I'll write her debt letters

From Zagora, from Drniš

Postcards warm from the south

From Banat, Bosnia, Nis

I'll send her pictures of myself

Where to see Istria, Pula

At least have something of mine

To comfort her, to defend her, to protect her

I'll write her debt letters

From Zagora, from Drniš

Postcards warm from the south

From Banat, Bosnia, Nis

I'll send her pictures of myself

Where to see Istria, Pula

At least have something of mine

To comfort her, to defend her, to protect her

I'll write her debt letters

From Zagora, from Drniš

Postcards warm from the south

From Banat, Bosnia, Nis

I'll send her pictures of myself

Where to see Istria, Pula

At least have something of mine

To comfort her, to defend her, to protect her