Lazem da sam preboleo lazem jer sam te voleo lazem svakog ko me pita boli ko da je ziva rana boli, a vec je trista dana otkada te ne gledam Sto me pitas, majko ne gledaj me tako ona nije moja vise spasite me noci nek se vino toci crno kao njene crne oci Lutam, zaborav trazim sada ipak u srcu tinja nada molitva za oprostaj budan provodim duge noci budan, a sanjam da ces doci opet u moj zagrljaj
I lie that I got over it. I lie because I loved you. I lie to everyone who asks me. It hurts as if it is live wound. It hurts and it has already been three hundred days since I last looked at you. Why are you asking me, mother? Don't look at me that way, she isn't mine anymore. Save me from the night, let the wine be poured black like her black eyes. I roam about, I'm looking for oblivion now. Still there is hope smoldering in the heart, a prayer for forgiveness. I spend long nights awake. Awake and I dream that you will come to my embrace again.
Zuletzt bestätigt oder bearbeitet von lilian canale - 14 Oktober 2009 13:59