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It’s rainin’ out in Soho, you’re tellin’ me, “Don’t go”
– Pada kiša u Sohou, a ti mi kažeš, “Ne idi”
Tucked outside a bar door, what are we alive for?
– Ušuškani ispred vrata bara, zašto smo živi?
I could call a car or we can walk down the avenue
– Mogu pozvati auto ili možemo prošetati avenijom.
I wrote a song for you
– Napisao sam pjesmu za tebe
About that spot in Ireland, you got on the table when
– O tom mjestu u Irskoj, ste dobili na stolu kada
That man played his sad songs for me and all my drunken friends
– Taj čovek je svirao svoje tužne pesme za mene i sve moje pijane prijatelje.
You danced there and I did too
– Ti si plesala tamo, a i ja sam.
That night, I wrote a song for you
– Te noći, napisao sam pjesmu za tebe
And you remind me of some old timey photo that I saw
– I podsjećaš me na neku staru fotografiju koju sam vidio
In the doorway on a long day, in your black-lace bra
– Na vratima dugog dana, u grudnjaku sa crnom čipkom
Started writin’ when I met you, I’ll be writin’ when I die
– Počeo sam pisati kad sam te upoznao, pisat ću kad umrem
This song for you
– Ova pjesma za vas
I heard you told your daddy ’bout some boy in the city
– Čuo sam da si rekla tati za nekog dečka u gradu.
“He’s Oklahoma trash, but he’s real kind with me”
– “On je Oklahoma trash, ali on je stvarno ljubazan sa mnom”
Does a boy get tired of playin’ those tunes
– Da li se dečaku dosadi da svira te melodije
But I wrote this song for you
– Ali napisao sam ovu pjesmu za tebe
Deep within my lower spine, I see you drinkin’ summer wine
– Duboko u mom donjem delu kičme, vidim te kako piješ letnje vino
At a venue out in Dublin, back when I said nothin’
– Na mjestu u Dublinu, kad nisam rekao ništa.
Wish I’d said then the things I’m thinkin’ now
– Volio bih da sam tada rekao stvari o kojima sada razmišljam
I wrote a song for you
– Napisao sam pjesmu za tebe
And all these people tellin’ me I ain’t what I used to be
– I svi ti ljudi mi govore da nisam ono što sam bio
But you’ve known me since I was naive and twenty-three
– Ali ti me poznaješ od kada sam bila naivna i dvadeset i tri godine.
I could give a shit about what these people say I am
– Boli me briga šta ti ljudi kažu da jesam.
I wrote a song for you
– Napisao sam pjesmu za tebe
And I feel like a kid again when you start askin’ questions
– I ponovo se osećam kao dete kada počneš da me ispituješ
About my mama, Oklahoma, or the way I’m sleepin’
– O mojoj mami, Oklahoma, ili o načinu na koji spavam
When they took the boy you knew, sold him for profit
– Kad su uzeli dječaka kojeg ste poznavali, prodali su ga za profit
I had you in my arms last night, but I lost it
– Sinoć sam te držao u naručju, ali sam ga izgubio.
I heard you told your daddy ’bout some boy in the city
– Čuo sam da si rekla tati za nekog dečka u gradu.
“He’s Oklahoma trash, but he’s real kind with me”
– “On je Oklahoma trash, ali on je stvarno ljubazan sa mnom”
Does a boy get tired of playin’ those tunes
– Da li se dečaku dosadi da svira te melodije
But I wrote this one for you
– Ali ovo sam napisao za tebe.
Yeah, I wrote this one for you
– Da, ovo sam napisao za tebe.
Maybe you’ll move on, do somethin’ different
– Možda ćeš nastaviti dalje, raditi nešto drugačije.
Find yourself a sober man who golfs and is Christian
– Nađite sebi trezvenog čoveka koji igra golf i hrišćanin je
But in everything I say and in everything I do
– Ali u svemu što kažem i u svemu što radim
I wrote this song for you
– Napisao sam ovu pjesmu za tebe
