Dragi magicus prijatelji
Happy Valetine’s
Day!
JOŠ UVIJEK TE VOLIM
Kad Te noć miluje svojim samotnim licem,
Kad te sjena samoće prati cestom snova,
Kad Ti u njedrima buja tuga,
Kad u suzama srcu tražiš utočište ,
Kad Ti na dlanu ruža vene,
Molim te,
Ne plači Jedina!...
Jer ja te još uvijek volim!
Kad Te tuga razdire strašnim sumnjama,
Znaj, Jedina,
Da svojim nemirnim duhom pripadam više Tebi,
Nego vjetru,
Više nego samom sebi!
O, ti zbog koje kroz noći besciljno lutam,
Da se moja ljubav sa tvojom budi,
Polako se gasi i ova noć,
Kao samotni plam,
A ja te volim više nego jučer!
O, ti bez koje dolaze dugi i besani sati strepnji,
Nitko te ne poznaje kao ja,
Jer svako jutro ima tvoje oče,
Jer svaki dan ima tvoj glas,
Jer svaki zalazak sunca ima tvoje lice!
Kad plačeš za mrtvom ružom,
Ne plači, Jedina!...
U ranu zoru ruže sa čežnjom se bude,
Dok im rosne kapi lišce zlati,
Jedna mlada divna ruža treperi na povjetarcu,
Samo za tebe,
Njezino lišce je posve ljudsko,
Čeznutljivo i samotno,
Poput mojega;
Kad Te mračna noć miluje svojim samotnim licem,
Kad Ti u njedrima buja tuga,
Ne plači,Jedina,
Doći će i taj dan,
Naš dan,
Kada će ruža opet treperiti,
U Tvojoj ruci,
Baš kao i moja ruka,
U Tvojoj ruci,
Jer ja te još uvijek volim!
©Walter William Safar
Elvis Presley - And I love you so
https://www.youtube.com/watch?
I STILL LOVE YOU
By Walter William Safar
When the night caresses your lonesome face,
When the shadow of loneliness follows you along the road of dreams,
When your chest swells with sorrow,
When you look for your heart's sanctuary in tears,
When a rose withers away on your palm,
Please don't cry,
My one and only!...
Because I still love you.
When sorrow tears you apart in horrible doubt,
Know, my one and only,
That with my indomitable spirit I belong more to you
Than the wind
Or myself!
Oh you, for whom I aimlessly wander the night,
To make my love awaken with yours,
This night is slowly fading
Like a solitary flame,
And I love you more than I did yesterday!
Oh you, without whom long and sleepless hours of misgiving arrive,
No one knows you like I do,
Because each morning has your eyes,
Because each day has your voice,
Because each sunset has your face!
When you're crying for a dead rose,
Don't cry, my one and only!...
Early in the morning, the roses wake with yearning,
While dew drops turn their faces to gold.
A young wild rose trembles in the wind
Only for you.
Its face is perfectly human,
Yearning and lonely
Like mine;
When the night caresses your lonesome face,
When your chest swells with sorrow,
Don't cry, my one and only,
The day shall come,
Our day,
When the rose shall shimmer again
In your hand,
Just like my hand
In your hand,
Because I still love you!
bglavac
irida
edin.kecanovic
