Da li sam vam rekla koliko bih volela da se odselim na Kubu, slikam plesače salse dok ispijamo crno vino 🍷 ctirajući Hemingveja.
Radost predvečerja sa dragim prijateljima uz gitaru i strasne note ..🎵
U to ime, novi akvarel☝️
Morate prvo da stavite sunčane naočare...😎😉
Did I tell you how much I'd love to move to Cuba, take pictures of salsa dancers while we drink red wine 🍷 quoting Hemingway.
The joy of the eve with dear friends with a guitar and passionate notes ..🎵
In that name, a new watercolor☝️
You have to put on your sunglasses first...😎😉
Kuba, zemlja suncem obasjana,
U tvojim ulicama svaki korak zna,
Miris mora nosi tajne stare,
Dok se boje u srcu pomešaju, drage.
Cuba, the land of the sun,
In your streets every step knows,
The smell of the sea carries the secrets of the old,
Until the colors in the heart mix, dear.
Plavetnilo neba, zelenilo njiva,
Beli brodovi na horizontu pliva,
Crveni zalazak, svetlost u strahu,
Tvoje ulice pevaju u svom dahu.
The blueness of the sky, the greenness of the fields,
White ships float on the horizon,
Red sunset, light in fear,
Your streets sing in their breath.
Vibracija starih gitara,
Ritmove sanjaju plesači snova,
U ritmu rumbe srca se prepliću,
A Kuba u bojama uvek se smeši, veče se tiho spušta.
The vibration of old guitars,
Rhythms are dreamed by dream dancers,
In the rhythm of the rumba, hearts intertwine,
And Cuba in colors is always smiling, the evening descends quietly.
Na svakom koraku priče o ljubavi,
O slobodi, o hrabrosti, o borbi,
A sve je to u tvom osmijehu, Kuba,
Tvoje boje govore više od reči.
At every step of the story of love,
About freedom, about courage, about struggle,
And it's all in your smile, Cuba,
Your colors speak louder than words.
U tvojim pesmama svaka tuga nestaje,
Svaka radost i tuga, sve se spaja,
Ostaje u srcu, zauvek neprolazno,
Kuba u bojama, zemlja neodoljiva.
In your songs all sorrow disappears,
Every joy and sorrow, everything comes together,
Remains in the heart, forever imperishable,
Cuba in colors, an irresistible country.
Zar je greh želeti što nam srce traži?
Is it a sin to want what our heart desires?
Pakujem kofere,nameštam osmeh da budem spremna kad me Kuba pozove!
💛🔥☀️🌴🎵😍
Laku noć...
I'm packing my bags, putting on my smile to be ready when Cuba calls me!
Buenas noches...
Pozdrav od Anke vragolanke.
Greetings from Anka vregolana!