A keresés eredménye

I Love

The night mustn't come to the streets of Ljubljana
All the lights are on
This city stays up late
 
All around a joyful laugh is heard
But a thought is chasing me
To some place far away from people
 
There, in the mountains
The night was still allowed to embrace the meadows
Her, instead of me
She kissed
 
I love,
I know that I truly love her
Now I only listen to the night
Now I can admit
 
But I know that she's too young for me
Spring still reigns within her
She's still exploring the world
I'm an old man compared to her
 
Blegaš* has already wrapped itself in moonlight
And the songs of birds sink
Into silence slowly
 
All of nature is sleeping and the morning's dreaming
But something's chasing me
And it doesn't let me sleep
 
I'm afraid of dreaming now
You always come into my dreams
And you don't allow me
To forget
 
I love,
I know that I truly love you
Now I only listen to the night
Now I can admit
 
You're not mine but I still love you
I'm trying to forget
My heart is trying to forget you
But in vain
 
I love
This heart doesn't give in
I'm still trying to love
Even though in vain
 
I love,
I know that I truly love you
Now I only listen to the night
Now I can admit
 

It's Not Her

Here, by the window I'm standing now, staring into the white night.
I hide behind the curtain and hope that you don't see me.
 
You're with her, embraced on the street, hidden from my eyes.
Quietly you pass me by, you've forgotten who I am long ago.
 
She didn't take care of you and warm your floor barefoot.
It's not her, you should know, I am the one that has loved you.
She didn't knock the stone down and wipe the dust from your heart.
Around her your fire ignites again and burns out.
 
I know, you compare me to her, like Picasso and his copies.
She should thank me sometime, I taught you how to dream.
 
She didn't take care of you and warm your floor barefoot.
It's not her, you should know, I am the one that has loved you.
She didn't knock the stone down and wipe the dust from your heart.
She never fell back in your arms like a boomerang.
 
And I know when the circle spins, uneasiness trembles,
you come close again, I feel you, until the end I feel you.
 
She didn't take care of you and warm your floor barefoot.
She didn't, you should know, I am the one who has loved you.
It's not her, you should know, I am the one that has loved you.
She never fell back in your arms like a boomerang.
 
It's not her, no, it is me, that has loved you.