No more tears, my heart is dry
I don’t laugh and I don’t cry
I don’t think about you all the time
But when I do I wonder why
You have to go out of my door
And leave just like you did before
I know I said that I was sure
But rich men can’t imagine poor.
One day baby, we’ll be old
Oh baby, we’ll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told
Little me and little you
Kept doing all the things they do
They never really think it through
Like I can never think you’re true
Here I go again the blame
The guilt, the pain, the hurt, the shame
The founding fathers of our plane
That’s stuck in heavy clouds of rain.
One day baby, we’ll be old
Oh baby, we’ll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told.
One day baby, we’ll be old
Oh baby, we’ll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told.
One day baby, we’ll be old
Oh baby, we’ll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told.
One day baby, we’ll be old
Oh baby, we’ll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told.
One day baby, we’ll be old
Oh baby, we’ll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told.
Prevod na srpski
Jednog dana / Smišljena pesma
Nema više suza, moje srce je presušilo
Ne smejem se i ne plačem
Ne mislim na tebe sve vreme
Ali kad pomislim, pitam se zašto
Moraš izaći kroz moja vrata
I otići baš kao što si već jednom uradila
Znam da sam rekao da sam siguran
Ali bogataši ne mogu da zamisle siromašne.
Jednog dana dušo, bićemo stari
Oh dušo, bićemo stari
I smišljati kakve smo sve priče mogli pričati
Mali ja i mala ti
Stalno smo radili sve ono što se radi
A da se pre toga ne porazmisli
Kao što ja nikada ne bih pomislio da iskrena si ti
I opet ja – optužbe
Krivica, patnja, bol, sramota
Osnivači našeg aviona
Koji je zarobljen u teškim kišnim oblacima.
Jednog dana dušo, bićemo stari
Oh dušo, bićemo stari
I smišljati kakve smo sve priče mogli pričati
Jednog dana dušo, bićemo stari
Oh dušo, bićemo stari
I smišljati kakve smo sve priče mogli pričati
Jednog dana dušo, bićemo stari
Oh dušo, bićemo stari
I smišljati kakve smo sve priče mogli pričati
Jednog dana dušo, bićemo stari
Oh dušo, bićemo stari
I smišljati kakve smo sve priče mogli pričati
Jednog dana dušo, bićemo stari
Oh dušo, bićemo stari
I smišljati kakve smo sve priče mogli pričati
Asaf Avidan & The Mojos – Reckoning Song (Original Guitar Version)