David Cam
DA TI ŽELIM DOBRA JUTRA - Ti
Da ti želim dobra jutra
Malo li je
Da dočekamo sutra
Malo li je
Zaboravljena jutra
Izgubljeni dan
Pitam se
Pitam kako je
Ona me pita za sve moje poglede
Ali to ima neko drugo značenje
SUMMER - The Marshmallow Notebooks
I still feel the sand on my toes. My foolish words, your heart-shaped stones, sunscreen on my lips and your sleepy eyes. And then it all started to fall. It was just a summer, but it meant more. I still feel the sun on my skin. The love we were in, the mountain goat walk, sunscreen on my lips and your sleepy eyes. Was it the sun in our hair? Was it that hard rain that fell? Was it that picture you took? Was is the lust in that stare? Was it the dormouse upstairs? Was it that old blue book? I wish I could deduce it.
ŠUMA, MAČKA, GOSPOĐA I PROZOR - Žen
Sjever nam se sakrio s leđa
Bili smo daleko od kuće
Kiša nam je smočila noge
Čuli smo da nešto diše
Čuli smo da nešto diše
Čuli smo da nešto diše
Staza nam je bila daleko
Rukama smo grabili zemlju
Rukama smo trgali lišće
Dok sirene sviraju
ti spavaš na toplome
pa sjedneš na prozor
i gledaš van
ŽELIM BITI STREJT - U pol 9 kod Sabe
Želim biti normalna
Ljubiti se s dečkima
Želim biti kao svi
S dečkom ljubav voditi
Želim biti strejt
S dečkom ići na dejt
Zaboravit ću Baricu
Tu slatku konobaricu
Želim biti normalna
Žvalit se s muškarcima
Želim biti kao ti
S muškarcima općiti
Želim biti strejt
Zbogom Winslet Kate
Zaboravit ću Anicu
I obući vjenčanicu
Želim biti strejt
S dečkom ići na dejt
Zaboravit ću Baricu
Tu slatku konobaricu
Želim ići u crkvu
Moliti se Isusu
Da me Iso izliječi
Od lezbijske ljubavi
Želim biti strejt
S dečkom ići na dejt
Zaboravit ću Baricu
Tu slatku konobaricu
Želim biti strejt
Zbogom Winslet Kate
Zaboravit ću Anicu
I obući vjenčanicu
TKO KAŽE A - Marinada
Svjetlo koje palim gasim
Podsjeca na prve poljupce
Poljupci i sada pljušte
Tko kaže A mora reci i B
Tko kaže A
Krevet bez posteljine
Zemljovid bez granice
Plahta na vjetru
Zamjenjuje sve zastave
Tko kaže A
Tijelo progovara
Tko kaže A mora reci i B
Okrecem se oko zemlje
Carobne su njene granice
Prije nego li ju napustim
Otplesat cu još ovaj ples
Tko kaže A
Tko kaže A
DAYS OF INNOCENCE - Irena Žilić
I used to cross my arms over my chest and lay down on ground and soft grass
Roll over hills and valleys, until the sun would hide behind the line
We would run without stopping, steal tangerines on the way back home
Climb up the trees, jump down stairs, until we would start losing breath
Arrows and bows, blood on my knees
Cherries from tree, sticky fingers in my ears
Fights and scratches, bikes and wars
Adventures, comics and so much more
Empty streets on winter evenings, playing with matches to warm my fingers
I would drag my sled through the deepest snow to prolong the time of coming back home
Arrows and bows, blood on my knees
Cherries from tree, sticky fingers in my ears
Fights and scratches, bikes and wars
Adventures, comics and so much more
Arrows and bows, blood on my knees
Cherries from tree, sticky fingers in my ears
Fights and scratches, bikes and wars
In the days of innocence, all I could wish for
ANDRIJA - Bitipatibi
za rukav te vučem Andrija
da igramo flipere
brine me to što ne vidiš
ja bih sa tobom još negde
za rukav te vučem Andrija
da igramo flipere
dosta smo danas svirali
ja bih sa tobom još negde
za rukav te vucem Andrija
da igramo flipere
sve sam ti naglas složila
a ti se igraš drugačije
fliper u malom hodniku
svetlost je u kupatilu
ruke u vodi posmatraš
zar nisam ti lepa,Andrija
ruke mi daj,
hajde padni na dlan
neka zasija bar dan
šta treba mi Andrija da te pokrenem?
i ja ti stotu poruku pišem
ja ti stotu poruku pišem...
MONSTER - Kimiko
Songbirds singing songs of
Praise to springtime
And yellow glows the sun
Happy with your eyes closed
You are lying
On a bed of cold grass
You're smiling maybe too wide
Maybe too much
Your laughter is too loud
Strange lights shine from your eyes
As you are drifting
Through these godforsaken woods
Your words don't make any sense
And you make noise that
Scares the bears away
And stories are told about you
You're not forgotten
But noone's going to cry for you
Noone's going to cry for you
And your wildness grows
As the cold wind blows
Your mind is full of clouds
They take a toll, they took your soul
Horses, pitchforks and torches
Glowing bright
They take your night away
Surrounded, no hope no future
You will not hear birds
Singing in the morning
Singing in the morning
And your wildness grows
As the cold wind blows
Your mind is full of clouds
They take a toll, they took your soul