I travel through memories,
digging deep inside,
like Santana on his guitar.
I sing within myself,
and dream with longing eyes.
I wish I had
an old guitar again,
to feel the calluses return,
for the newest,
old blues.
I'd bring back memories:
your pageboy hair, your smile,
and that white shirt,
with two buttons undone,
so discreet, so ladylike.
And the song would find
the same refrain:
You and
good old D minor.
It was surely
a brand new start:
You and
good old D minor.
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Ljubav u D-molu
Putujem sjećanjima.
Preturam po njima
kao Santana po gitari.
Zapjevam u sebi
i sjetno maštam.
Volio bih da imam
staru gitaru,
opet da imam žuljeve,
za najnoviji,
stari bluz.
Vratio bih sjećanja:
Paž frizuru, tvoj osmijeh
i bijelu košulju
sa diskretno, damski,
otkopčana dva dugmeta.
Pjesma bi našla
isti početak:
Ti i
dobri, stari D-mol.
Bio bi to sigurno
novi početak:
Ti i
Dobri, stari D-mol.
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