Grad i narandzasti auto/The city and the orange car

Ulica blista, oprana sjajem,
sunce se razlilo nad gradskim krajem.

The street shines, bathed in shine,
the sun spread over the city.

Pločnici dišu, mirisom svežim,
dok ljudi prolaze, ćutljivi, teški.

The pavements breathe, with a fresh scent,
while people pass by, silent, heavy.

Al’ u sred grada, kao plamen živ,
narandžast auto — hrabar i brz.

But in the middle of the city, like a living flame,
orange car — bold and fast

Svetlost ga grli, zlatna i blaga,
kao majka svoje dete, bezuslovno i jako.

The light embraces him, golden and soft,
like a mother to her child, unconditionally and strongly.

Prolaznici gledaju, al’ niko ne zna,
da boja u gužvi priču priča. Kilometre je prošao i nikad se umorio nije.

Passers-by look, but no one knows,
that color in a crowd tells a story. He walked kilometers and never got tired.

O slobodi šapuće, o omiljenim kilometrima, omiljen u svom društvu.
U glavnoj je ulozi ovoga dana.

He whispers about freedom, about favorite kilometers, beloved in his company.
He is in the main role of this day.

Dragi hajveri, nadam se da ste i ovog puta uživali u čarima boja, pigmentima i priči.
Želim vam od srca jedan narandžasti auto koji će vas odvesti gde god poželite noćas....
Lepe snove vam želim. Laku noć.

Dear divers, I hope you enjoyed the magic of colors, pigments and the story this time as well.
I wish you from the bottom of my heart an orange car that will take you wherever you want tonight....
I wish you sweet dreams. Good night.

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Pozdrav od Anke vragolanke.

Greetings from Anka vregolana!