S vremena na vreme - Tema classica
Od pocetka na ovamo
sve se menja neprestano
zato mnogo snage treba
da se krene sve do neba Kad ti dusa spusti jedra
kad pegazu klonu bedra
eto meni crne ptice
crne ptice zloslutnice Soba prepuna knjiga
kutija mala sto svira
gledam kitnjasti ram
na slici prasnjavi lik Misli lete sve dalje
blistave nestvarnih boja
gledam prastari sloj
u oku olovni san Carobnim dvorcima zurim
orgulje cujem u tami
pastir u frulu svira
opet novi se radja dan Zove me nestalo vremeS vremena na vreme - Tema classica - http://ru.motolyrics.com/s-vremena-na-vreme/tema-classica-lyrics-english-translation.html
muzika opojnog vina
cujem i zvuk klavira
nebo prazno je ovaj san Zena usnulog lika
teska mi otvara vrata
cudni osecam strah
kraj sebe ne cujem njen glas Mnostvo nestvarnih lica
slike mi stvara iz prica
dok je deciji svet
jos davno sanjao svoj san Mekani zvuci klavira
ona tu muziku svira
oci joj cudno sjaje
to sa prasnjavih slika znam Pogled joj uzalud trazim
tuga me muci i slama
oci joj krije tama
sve je nestalo nekud vec .
S vremena na vreme - A Classical Theme (Английский перевод)
From the beginning to this point
everything is changing continuously
that's why you need a lot of strength
to steer all way to the sky
When your soul seals down the sails
when Pegasus' thighs faint
here's the black bird to me
black bird evil-minded
Room full of books
little box that plays music (music box)
I'm looking at luxuriant case
on the picture a dusty image
Thoughts are flying further and further
shine with delusive colors
I'm looking at ancient covering
a plumbous glance in the aye
I'm hurrying through magical castles
I hear organ* in the darkness
shepherd fifes
a new day is rising again
Missing time is calling meS vremena na vreme - Tema classica - http://ru.motolyrics.com/s-vremena-na-vreme/tema-classica-lyrics-english-translation.html
music of seductive wine
I here the sound of piano too
this dream is an empty sky
A woman of asleep image
is opening heavy door for me
I feel weird fear
I don't hear her voice beside me
Lots of delusive faces
she's making pictures from stories for me
while children's world
has dreamed his dream long ago
Soft sounds of piano
she plays that music
her eyes are glowing strangely
I know that from dusty pictures
I'm looking for her look with no purpose
sorrow is torturing me and braking me
darkness is hiding her eyes
all has already disappeared somewhere.