U kosi joj vatra, neukrotiva, živa,
kovrdža po kovrdža — tajna što se skriva.
Kao da vetar iznutra je nosi,
i sunce da joj živi u kosi.
Fire in her hair, untamed, alive,
curl by curl — the secret that is being hidden.
As if the wind carried her from within,
and let the sun live in her hair.
Ona ne hoda, ona leti,
nosi oluje u pogledu letnjem.
She doesn't walk, she flies,
carries storms in terms of summer.
U očima joj oganj i smeh,
u osmehu sloboda bez greha.
Fire and laughter in her eyes,
in a smile freedom without sin.
Svaki joj korak nota pobune,
svaka misao, zvezda što ne klone.
Ne mari za tuđa merila sveta,
ona je žena, cela, prokleta, sveta.
Her every step a note of rebellion,
every thought, a star that never fades.
Don't care about other people's standards of the world,
she is a woman, whole, cursed, holy.
Riđokosa, oganj u boji,
ništa je uplašiti ne može,
Ni vreme, ni glas, ni hladne ruke,
ona se rađa iz sopstvene muke.
Red-haired, fire in color,
nothing can scare her,
Neither time, nor voice, nor cold hands,
it is born from its own torment.
I kad ćuti, ona gori.
U njoj pesma večnost stvori.
Tišina joj šapuće,
žena od vatre...
And when she is silent, she burns.
The song created eternity in it.
The silence whispers to her,
woman of fire...🔥💃
Pozdrav od Anke vragolanke.
Greetings from Anka vregolana!