Thomas Rhett – Die A Happy Man

Lyrics

Die A Happy Man

Baby last night was hands down
One of the best nights
That I’ve had no doubt
Between the bottle of wine
And the look in your eyes and the Marvin Gaye
Then we danced in the dark under September stars in the pourin’ rain

And I know that I can’t ever tell you enough
That all I need in this life is your crazy love
If I never get to see the Northern lights
Or if I never get to see the Eiffel Tower at night
Oh if all I got is your hand in my hand
Baby I could die a happy man yeah

Happy man, baby

Baby that red dress brings me to my knees
Oh but that black dress makes it hard to breathe
You’re a saint, you’re a Goddess, the cutest, the hottest, a masterpiece
It’s too good to be true, nothing better than you
In my wildest dreams

And I know that I can’t ever tell you enough
That all I need in this life is your crazy love
If I never get to see the Northern lights
Or if I never get to see the Eiffel Tower at night
Oh if all I got is your hand in my hand
Baby I could die a happy man yeah

I don’t need no vacation, no fancy destination
Baby you’re my great escape
We could stay at home, listen to the radio
Or dance around the fireplace

And if I never get to build my mansion in Georgia
Or drive a sports car up the coast of California
Oh if all I got is your hand in my hand
Baby I could die a happy man

Baby I could die a happy man
Oh I could die a happy man
You know I could girl
I could die, I could die a happy man

Prevod na srpski

Umreti srećan

Dušo, protekla noć mi je, ruku na srce,
Bila jedna od najboljih u životu
U to nema sumnje
Uz flašu vina
Taj tvoj pogled i Marvin Geja
Kako smo plesali u mraku pod septembarskim zvezdama na pljusku

I znam da ne mogu da ti opišem
Da je tvoja luda ljubav sve što mi treba u životu
Ako ne budem imao priliku da vidim polarnu svetlost
Ili ako ne vidim Ajfelovu kulu noću
Ako sve što budem imao bude tvoja ruka u mojoj
Dušo, mogao bih umreti srećan

Srećan čovek, dušo

Dušo, ta crvena haljina me baca na kolena
Ali zbog te crne haljine ne mogu da dišem
Ti si svetica, ti si boginja, najzgodnija, savršena
Previše je lepo da bi bilo istinito, ništa nije bolje od tebe
U mojim najluđim snovima

I znam da ne mogu da ti opišem
Da je tvoja luda ljubav sve što mi treba u životu
Ako ne budem imao priliku da vidim polarnu svetlost
Ili ako ne vidim Ajfelovu kulu noću
Ako sve što budem imao bude tvoja ruka u mojoj
Dušo, mogao bih umreti srećan

Ne treba mi godišnji, fensi putovanje
Dušo, ti si moj beg od stvarnosti
Možemo ostati kući, slušati radio
Ili plesati oko kamina

I ako nikad ne sagradim kuću u Džordžiji
I ako ne budem vozio sportski auto uz obalu Kalifornije
Ako sve što budem imao bude tvoja ruka u mojoj
Dušo, mogao bih umreti srećan

Dušo, mogao bih umreti srećan
mogao bih umreti srećan
Znaš da bih mogao, mala
mogao bih umreti, mogao bih umreti srećan

Thomas Rhett - Die A Happy Man

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.

Social profiles