Motor se guši u ritmu sirena,
svetla se lome po staklu.
Asfalt treperi pod točkovima,
dok grad se gura u svom krugu ljubičaste boje.
The engine chokes to the rhythm of sirens,
the lights break on the glass.
Asphalt flickers under the wheels,
as the city pushes in its circle of purple.
Kočnice cvile na uglu slepom,
crvena trepće u ritmu grada...
Brakes squeal at a blind corner,
red blinks to the rhythm of the city...
...senke od farova beže niz zid,
klize po pločniku, bešumno padaju.
shadows from the headlights run down the wall,
they slide on the pavement, fall noiselessly.
Retrovizori love siluete,
što nestaju brzo, bez traga, bez lica,
dok znakovi svetle, dok ceste dišu,
u haosu...
Rearview mirrors hunt silhouettes,
that disappear quickly, without a trace, without a face,
while the signs shine, while the roads breathe,
in chaos...
Gužva se pretače iz noći u jutro,
taloži buku pod nebom sivim,
a senke što prate sjaj automobila,
ostaju večne u gradu živih.
The crowd flows from night to morning,
make a noise under a gray sky,
and the shadows that follow the shine of the car,
they remain eternal in the city of the living.
Thank you...
Pozdrav od Anke vragolanke.
Greetings from Anka vregolana!