Uske ulice šapuću tiho,
u betonskom srcu grada što nikad ne spava.Kao vojnik prati i čuva od dosade.
Narrow streets whisper softly,
in the concrete heart of the city that never sleeps. Like a soldier, he follows and guards against boredom.
Zgrade se uspravljaju, uzdižući se prema nebu,
a svetla plešu u noć. Beskrajni ritmovi uvili su grad.
Buildings rise up, rising to the sky,
and the lights dance into the night. Endless rhythms enveloped the city.
Kamen na kamenu, koraci prave odjek,
prolaznici žure, svi negde idu...
Stone on stone, steps echo,
passers-by are in a hurry, everyone is going somewhere...
...ali grad ostaje, hladan, nepopustljiv...
but the city remains, cold, unyielding...
...skriva priče, čeka da ih neko pročita...
To bi mogao biti bilo ko, ti,ja...
...hiding stories, waiting for someone to read them...
It could be anyone, you, me...
I u tom haosu, u toj tišini,
neko sanja o miru, o prolaznoj sreći...
And in that chaos, in that silence,
someone dreams of peace, of fleeting happiness...
Pozdrav od Anke vragolanke.
Greetings from Anka vregolana!