Ti me jedini znas

Lea Mijatovic · Other Songs - Lea Mijatovic

Nocas sam sama u gradu bez adrese
gdje tuga prijeti i hvata me za vrat
vjetar raznosi lisce, kisa lupa po staklu
toliko mi falis

Pitam se da l' znas
pitam se da l' znas

Da stisnem se pored tebe
i tu da se sakrijem
od svih zima sto nam prijete
tvojim tijelom se pokrijem
trebam te

Ref.
Dodji mi nocas, dodji mi bilo kad
ne vrijede mi rijeci kad suze ostave trag
dodji, ne mogu sama cekati dan
jer kad sam gola bez maske, ti me jedini znas

Sjedim u mraku, grlim tvoj jastuk
u sebi vicem, a ne pustam glas
taj prokleti nemir me lomi do kosti
toliko mi falis

Pitam se da l' znas
pitam se da l' znas

Ref.

Kako dalje krenuti
kad vjetar grane polomi
a magla sakrije put
sto mi vrijede rijeci sve
do tebe glas moj ne dopire
gdje si sad

Dodji mi nocas, dodji mi bilo kad
dodji, ne mogu sama cekati dan

Ref.

Ti me jedini znas

The city has no address for the narrator tonight. Rain hits the window, wind strips the leaves away and she sits in the dark holding a pillow, longing for the one person who knows her without a mask. The chorus turns intimacy into shelter: she wants to be held against the winter, but also to be seen beneath the performance she uses to get through the day.

That distinction gives the song its emotional depth. The singer is not asking only for company; she wants the beloved to recognize the self she hides from everyone else. Yet the person is absent, and even her voice cannot reach him. The weather imagery externalizes loneliness, while the repeated plea to come “tonight or anytime” makes the waiting feel both urgent and open-ended.

The release trail offers a firmer point of reference than a chart narrative: It is listed as a 2017-02-06 single titled *Ti Me Jedini Znaš*, issued by Menart d.o.o.; that verifies a release context, not the scale of its reach. I could not verify a dependable chart position or an independent review of this specific recording, so its wider reception remains unquantified rather than something to infer from its lyrics.

Lea Mijatović’s pop-rock background provides a useful context for a lyric that balances a large, singable refrain with a more intimate interior voice. The text alone cannot establish the exact arrangement, and no independent review of this song was located. Its central claim—that being known is different from merely being loved—gives the familiar storm-and-separation imagery a sharper purpose. The narrator is exposed not because she is physically alone, but because the person who understands her is not there to witness it.