BOSNIA & HERZEGOVINA (HARI MATA HARI - LAYLA)
LEJLA
NIZ POLJE VJETAR MIRIŠE
I BOL ME PRATI KAO SJENA
DAL NEGDJE ZA MNOM UZDIŠEŠ
GDJE SI OD MENE SAKRIVENA
U KOSU STAVI RUZMARIN
I JEDAN CVIJET KRAJ ŠADRVANA
LEJLA
ZAR BI MOGLA TI DRUGOG VOLJETI
AKO TE SUTRA ZAPROSE
ZNAJ TAMO NEĆU BITI JA
LAKO SE TUGE OPROSTE
AL SAMO LJUBAV NIKADA
ZAR BI MOGLA TI DRUGOG VOLJETI
GOLUBE, MOJ GOLUBE
NOSI JOJ SUZE MJESTO PJESME
JA ODLAZIM KO DA SAM KRIV
ŠTO VOLJEH ONU KOJU NE SMIJEM
GOLUBE, MOJ GOLUBE
NOSI JOJ SUZE MJESTO PJESME
ODLAZIM KO DA SAM KRIV
ŠTO VOLJEH TEBE KOJU NE SMIJEM
ŠTO VOLJEH TEBE
LEJLA
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LAYLA
Wind rolls down the meadow,
Pain follows me like a shadow,
Do you still long for me,
Where have you gone, oh, sorrow.
Rosemary in your hair,
And a flower by the fountain,
Layla.
How could you ever love another.
My dove, lovely dove,
Not a song, bring her my tears.
When they ask for your hand,
My love, I won't be there,
Sorrow is easy to forgive.
But love is not forgiven, ever.
How could you ever love another.
My dove, lovely dove,
Not a song, bring her my tears.
Now I go, for I have loved,
The one who could never be mine.
My dove, lovely dove,
Not a song, bring her my tears.
Now I go, for I have loved,
The one who could never be mine.
Why did I love you,
Layla.
LEJLA
NIZ POLJE VJETAR MIRIŠE
I BOL ME PRATI KAO SJENA
DAL NEGDJE ZA MNOM UZDIŠEŠ
GDJE SI OD MENE SAKRIVENA
U KOSU STAVI RUZMARIN
I JEDAN CVIJET KRAJ ŠADRVANA
LEJLA
ZAR BI MOGLA TI DRUGOG VOLJETI
AKO TE SUTRA ZAPROSE
ZNAJ TAMO NEĆU BITI JA
LAKO SE TUGE OPROSTE
AL SAMO LJUBAV NIKADA
ZAR BI MOGLA TI DRUGOG VOLJETI
GOLUBE, MOJ GOLUBE
NOSI JOJ SUZE MJESTO PJESME
JA ODLAZIM KO DA SAM KRIV
ŠTO VOLJEH ONU KOJU NE SMIJEM
GOLUBE, MOJ GOLUBE
NOSI JOJ SUZE MJESTO PJESME
ODLAZIM KO DA SAM KRIV
ŠTO VOLJEH TEBE KOJU NE SMIJEM
ŠTO VOLJEH TEBE
LEJLA
----
LAYLA
Wind rolls down the meadow,
Pain follows me like a shadow,
Do you still long for me,
Where have you gone, oh, sorrow.
Rosemary in your hair,
And a flower by the fountain,
Layla.
How could you ever love another.
My dove, lovely dove,
Not a song, bring her my tears.
When they ask for your hand,
My love, I won't be there,
Sorrow is easy to forgive.
But love is not forgiven, ever.
How could you ever love another.
My dove, lovely dove,
Not a song, bring her my tears.
Now I go, for I have loved,
The one who could never be mine.
My dove, lovely dove,
Not a song, bring her my tears.
Now I go, for I have loved,
The one who could never be mine.
Why did I love you,
Layla.
