Pamuk [English translation]

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

• Artist:Zdravko Čolić
• Album:Kad pogledaš me preko ramena 2010