Saša Matić - Sto svirača | Текст песни

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• Sto svirača

Da mi je da probam ja
tvoje usne zrele maline.
Da mi je pod prstima
svaki nabor tvoje haljine.
Da je sreće, da si moje proleće,
da te ženim s jeseni.

Ref.
Pozvao bih sto svirača,
tamburaša i trubača,
da se peva sedam dana.
I Bog, i Bog je sa Balkana.
Pozvao bih ostavljene,
sve pijance i boeme.
Da u ljubav nadu vrate
i da nam sve što dotaknemo pozlate.

Da mi je da osvane
tvoja kosa na mom jastuku.
Zauvek da ostane
miris tela tvog u vazduhu.
Da je sreće, da si moje proleće,
da te ženim s jeseni

Ref.
Pozvao bih sto svirača,
tamburaša i trubača,
da se peva sedam dana.
I Bog, i Bog je sa Balkana.
Pozvao bih ostavljene,
sve pijance i boeme.
Da u ljubav nadu vrate
i da nam sve što dotaknemo pozlate.

Hundred musicians

(If there was luck, so you'd be my spring)

If only I could try
your lips ripe raspberries
If only under my fingers
was every fold of your dress
If there was luck, so you'd be my spring
so I'll marry you in autumn

Chorus:
I'd call hundred musicians
tambourine players and trumpet players
so we'd sing seven days long
also god, also god is from the balcans
I'd call the left ones
all the drinkers and bohemians
That bring back hope to love
and to turn everything to gold with a touch

If only the morning would rise
with your hair on my pillow
and forever
the smell of your body stayed in the air
If there was luck, so you'd be my spring
so I'll marry you in autumn

Chorus:
I'd call hundred musicians
tambourine players and trumpet players
so we'd sing seven days long
also god, also god is from the balcans
I'd call the left ones
all the drinkers and bohemians
That bring back hope to love
and to turn everything to gold with a touch

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