More diše u plavim snovima,
šapuće vetrom što daljine ima.
Talasi plešu, beskrajno blagi,
noseći čamce – tihe, bez traga.
The sea breathes in blue dreams,
whispers in the wind as far as it goes.
The waves dance, endlessly gentle,
carrying boats - silent, without a trace.
Senke se oslanjaju jedna na drugu dok svetlost žmirka na površini mora...
Shadows lean against each other as light squints on the surface of the sea...
Drvene školjke, umorne, stare,
ljuljaju nade, želje što vare.
Jedra su zaspala, vetar ih pazi,
dok sunce ih kupa u zlatnoj ekstazi.
Wooden shells, tired, old,
swaying hopes, burning desires.
The sails fell asleep, the wind watches over them,
while the sun bathes them in golden ecstasy.
Na pučini, tamo gde horizont gori,
čamci su priče koje more zbori.
Svaki veslaj, tišina što tone,
odjek je duše što daleko zvone.
On the open sea, where the horizon burns,
boats are stories that the sea tells.
Every row, the sinking silence,
it is the echo of the soul that rings far away.
More ih voli, i kada ih lomi,
i kada ih zove, i kada ih slomi.
Jer čamac je srce mornara hrabrog,
koji sanja obalu...
The sea loves them, and when it breaks them,
and when he calls them, and when he breaks them.
For the boat is the heart of the brave sailor,
who dreams of the coast...
A more... More je ljubav bez kraja,
zagrljaj slan što nikad ne staje.
Čamci su deca, što plove bez straha,
u naručju plavom, od nemira blaga.
And the sea... The sea is love without end,
a salty hug that never stops.
Boats are children that sail without fear,
in blue arms, from the restlessness of treasure.🌊
Pozdrav od Anke vragolanke.
Greetings from Anka vregolana!
