The happiness is visible through the darkness.. Selma Kopic
In the darkness
Light strips
A voice that summons
And it makes us close
The distance is worthy
The distance is to blame
Messages, conversations in a row
The closeness is increasing
And more and more
Happiness is visible
You embrace it without fear
You embrace it without acting
Someone wants me
Someone is in love with me
Finally
Luck is coming
Messages, conversations in a row
And as far away as he is
Love is near
The path by which he will come
Is visible through the darkness
With every new call
We are getting closer that night
He wants me
I want him
The light returns
I love being dear to him
I love that he is dear to me
Once he crosses
Beyond my doorstep
Power will be restored
And the blood will flow faster
When the day dawns
There will be no darkness
No smog, no rain
He will gently run his hand
over my body
And I'll melt like white flake
I know that at any moment
He thinks of my body
And about him
My dreams are no less
With every call
With every message
Awakens in me sleeping side
Of a seductive woman
And every smile
Melody
The sound of his voice
Stirs my blood.
U tami nazire se sreća
U tami
svjetlosti trak,
glas koji doziva
i čini da smo blizu.
Daljina je zaslužna,
daljina je kriva.
Poruke, razgovori u nizu...
Bliskost je sve veća
i sve više
nazire se sreća.
Prigrliš je bez straha,
prigrliš je bez glume.
Neko me želi,
neko je zaljubljen u me.
Konačno,
primiče se sreća.
Poruke, razgovori u nizu...
I koliko god daleko bio
ljubav je blizu.
Kroz tamu
nazire se put.
Tim putem on će doći.
Svakim novim pozivom
sve smo bliže toj noći.
Želi me, želim ga...
Vraća se svjetlost.
Volim što sam mu draga,
volim što mi je drag.
Kad jednom pređe
preko moga praga,
vratit će se snaga
i krv će jače da struji.
Kad svane taj dan,
tame neće biti više,
ni smoga, ni kiše...
On će nježno preći
rukom preko moga tijela,
ja ću se istopiti
k'o pahulja bijela.
Ja znam da u svakom trenu
on na moje misli tijelo
a i o njemu –
moje sanje
nisu ništa manje.
Svakim pozivom,
porukom svakom,
budi u meni
uspavanu stranu
zavodljive žene.
I svaki osmijeh,
melodija,
zvuk njegova glasa,
moju krv ustalasa.
Light strips
A voice that summons
And it makes us close
The distance is worthy
The distance is to blame
Messages, conversations in a row
The closeness is increasing
And more and more
Happiness is visible
You embrace it without fear
You embrace it without acting
Someone wants me
Someone is in love with me
Finally
Luck is coming
Messages, conversations in a row
And as far away as he is
Love is near
The path by which he will come
Is visible through the darkness
With every new call
We are getting closer that night
He wants me
I want him
The light returns
I love being dear to him
I love that he is dear to me
Once he crosses
Beyond my doorstep
Power will be restored
And the blood will flow faster
When the day dawns
There will be no darkness
No smog, no rain
He will gently run his hand
over my body
And I'll melt like white flake
I know that at any moment
He thinks of my body
And about him
My dreams are no less
With every call
With every message
Awakens in me sleeping side
Of a seductive woman
And every smile
Melody
The sound of his voice
Stirs my blood.
U tami nazire se sreća
U tami
svjetlosti trak,
glas koji doziva
i čini da smo blizu.
Daljina je zaslužna,
daljina je kriva.
Poruke, razgovori u nizu...
Bliskost je sve veća
i sve više
nazire se sreća.
Prigrliš je bez straha,
prigrliš je bez glume.
Neko me želi,
neko je zaljubljen u me.
Konačno,
primiče se sreća.
Poruke, razgovori u nizu...
I koliko god daleko bio
ljubav je blizu.
Kroz tamu
nazire se put.
Tim putem on će doći.
Svakim novim pozivom
sve smo bliže toj noći.
Želi me, želim ga...
Vraća se svjetlost.
Volim što sam mu draga,
volim što mi je drag.
Kad jednom pređe
preko moga praga,
vratit će se snaga
i krv će jače da struji.
Kad svane taj dan,
tame neće biti više,
ni smoga, ni kiše...
On će nježno preći
rukom preko moga tijela,
ja ću se istopiti
k'o pahulja bijela.
Ja znam da u svakom trenu
on na moje misli tijelo
a i o njemu –
moje sanje
nisu ništa manje.
Svakim pozivom,
porukom svakom,
budi u meni
uspavanu stranu
zavodljive žene.
I svaki osmijeh,
melodija,
zvuk njegova glasa,
moju krv ustalasa.
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