Mata Hari

LEJLA

NIZ POLJE VJETAR MIRIЉE
I BOL ME PRATI KAO SJENA
DAL NEGDJE ZA MNOM UZDIЉEЉ
GDJE SI OD MENE SAKRIVENA

U KOSU STAVI RUZMARIN
I JEDAN CVIJET KRAJ ЉADRVANA
LEJLA

ZAR BI MOGLA TI DRUGOG VOLJETI

AKO TE SUTRA ZAPROSE 
ZNAJ TAMO NEЖU BITI JA
LAKO SE TUGE OPROSTE 
AL SAMO LJUBAV NIKADA

ZAR BI MOGLA TI DRUGOG VOLJETI

GOLUBE, MOJ GOLUBE 
NOSI JOJ SUZE MJESTO PJESME

JA ODLAZIM KO DA SAM KRIV 
ЉTO VOLJEH ONU KOJU NE SMIJEM

GOLUBE, MOJ GOLUBE 
NOSI JOJ SUZE MJESTO PJESME

ODLAZIM KO DA SAM KRIV 
ЉTO VOLJEH TEBE KOJU NE SMIJEM

ЉTO VOLJEH TEBE
LEJLA

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LAYLA

Wind rolls down the meadow,
Pain follows me like a shadow, 
Do you still long for me,
Where have you gone, oh, sorrow.

Rosemary in your hair,
And a flower by the fountain,
Layla.

How could you ever love another.

My dove, lovely dove,
Not a song, bring her my tears.

When they ask for your hand,
My love, I won't be there, 
Sorrow is easy to forgive.
But love is not forgiven, ever.

How could you ever love another.

My dove, lovely dove,
Not a song, bring her my tears.

Now I go, for I have loved,
The one who could never be mine.

My dove, lovely dove,
Not a song, bring her my tears.

Now I go, for I have loved,
The one who could never be mine.

Why did I love you,
Layla.