The Russian Train

Serbian

Ruski voz

Voz, pospani voz za Harkov
Gomelj, Lenjingrad
znam kako je
noćas dalek Beograd

Neće moći nikada olovka ni hartija
ni svi Ruski poštari
ne mogu ti odneti pismo
koje pišem ja marka s likom Lenjina
i u pismu jedina tuga što me razbija

Nije votka rakija, mada noćas udara
tuga mi je velika, velika ko Rusija
ja ne mogu poslati ljubav
jer se ljubav ne salje
nit sam mogo poneti s sobom tvoje poljupce

Voz, u vozu izgužvana lica putnika
ti si tamo negde iza onih planina
dal' si možda zaspala il' si budna kao ja
dal' te muče nemiri il' te ništa ne muči

Kada budeš čitala pismo
koje pišem ja
tajna biće skrivena
iza ovih redova

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English

The Russian Train

Train, a sleepy train to Kharkiv,
Gomel, Leningrad
I know how
Far Belgrade is tonight

Pen and paper will never be able to
And all the Russian postman
cannot bring you the letter
that I am writing, a stamp with the face of Lenin
And in the letter, my only one, the sorrow that is breaking me apart

Vodka is not rakia, although tonight it is hitting hard
My sorrow is big, as big as Russia
I cannot send love
Because it can not be sent
Neither could I bring your kisses with me

Train, in a train wrinkled faces of passengers
You are somewhere behind those mountains
Are you maybe sleeping, or are you awake like me?
Are you bothered by restlessness or is nothing bothering you?

When you read the letter
That I am writing
The secret will be hidden
Behind these lines

Submitted by Boiled Cabbage on Tue, 01/07/2014 - 22:13
Last edited by Boiled Cabbage on Wed, 02/07/2014 - 09:07
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