Natasha Bedingfield – Unwritten

I am unwritten, can’t read my mind, I’m undefined
I’m just beginning, the pen’s in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We’ve been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can’t live that way

Prevod na srpski

Neispisana

Neispisana sam, ne možeš da mi čitaš misli, neobjašnjena sam.
Puka sam početnica, držim olovku u ruci, nisam smislila kraj.

Piljiš u praznu stranicu pred tobom.
Otvori taj prljavi prozor,
Pusti da sunce osvetli reči koje nisi mogao da pronađeš.

Težiš ka nečemu dalekom
A tako blizu da skoro možeš da osetiš.
Oslobodi se od sputavanja,
Oseti kišu na svojoj koži!
Niko drugi ne može da je oseti umesto tebe,
Samo ti možeš da je pustiš unutra.
Niko drugi, niko drugi
Ne može izgovoriti reči na tvojim usnama.
Utopi se u neizgovorenim rečima,
Živi život punim plućima.
Danas je početak tvoje knjige,
Ostatak još nije ispisan.

Rasturam tradiciju, katkad su moje težnje izvan kontrole.
Učeni smo da ne grešimo, ali tako ne mogu da živim.

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