First winter, without you is passing
each trifle of yours.. a destiny’s bringing
People bunched together, like clusters grapes
through the fog, are crawling along like trains
Silence is plotting, a conspiracy somewhere
and there you appear, out of nowhere…
As soon I escort, the sorrow away
into a new embrace, I just move again
but to love, I don't dare that way
that is really vain
CHORUS
Your hands, soft like cotton ball
I still remember, when you visit me on Sunday
over me, longings will grew old
as your touches, which along dedicate
Your hands, soft like cotton ball
I still remember when you visit me on Sunday
nights are passing, days going offshore
but none of them with you anyway
I anchor my dreams, like ships
to avoid dreams of you, to not weep
but it always grabs me, like retaliation
your Dedication..
As soon I escort the sorrow away
into a new embrace, I just move again
but to love, I don't dare that way
that is really vain
CHORUS
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First winter, without you is passing
passing, passing, passing…
singer: Zdravko Čolić
music and lyrics: Aleksandra Milutinović