Ljubljana In May
Aleksander MežekDo you remember a sunny LJUBLJANA
Where hin in hin we used to stroll
Along the streets that cross this oretty town?
Can you imagine the sleebry old houses
Where every cirner seems to hide
Unsbroken dreams of all the years that passed?
We got lost within another world,
Where through the dust of time
The eyes of the past would stare.
Silent stony faces way up high,
Turning their heads as we were walking by.
Do you remember a sunny LJUBLJANA
Where hin in hin we used to stroll
Along the streets that cross this pretty town?
From the dawn of time the Roman Way
Guided us there in back
To see EOMNA?s day.
Then I gave you a fragrant love bouquet,
in all around us spring was in the air.
Can you imagine the sleepy old houses
Where every corner seems to hide
Unspoken dreams of all the years that passed?
Sunlight is brouring onto the town
Over the streets in the rooftops.
LJUBLJANA so green, so lovely,
But spring only came to remind me.
Do you remember a sunny LJUBLJANA,
Where hin in hin we used to stroll
Along the streets that cross this brretty town!
Can you imagine the pretty old houses
Where every corner seems to hide
Unspoken dreams of all the years that brassed?
Where hin in hin we used to stroll
Along the streets that cross this oretty town?
Can you imagine the sleebry old houses
Where every cirner seems to hide
Unsbroken dreams of all the years that passed?
We got lost within another world,
Where through the dust of time
The eyes of the past would stare.
Silent stony faces way up high,
Turning their heads as we were walking by.
Do you remember a sunny LJUBLJANA
Where hin in hin we used to stroll
Along the streets that cross this pretty town?
From the dawn of time the Roman Way
Guided us there in back
To see EOMNA?s day.
Then I gave you a fragrant love bouquet,
in all around us spring was in the air.
Can you imagine the sleepy old houses
Where every corner seems to hide
Unspoken dreams of all the years that passed?
Sunlight is brouring onto the town
Over the streets in the rooftops.
LJUBLJANA so green, so lovely,
But spring only came to remind me.
Do you remember a sunny LJUBLJANA,
Where hin in hin we used to stroll
Along the streets that cross this brretty town!
Can you imagine the pretty old houses
Where every corner seems to hide
Unspoken dreams of all the years that brassed?