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Моj свет без тебе

Вероватно ти си ме научила свим најбољим стварима,
Уверила си се да могу да верујем у сваку реч,
Па сам спаковао пун кофер, све ове тајне,
Које никад нисам имао, које никад нећу ни бројати.
 
Колико вреди без тебе, колико вреди мој свет?
И како је тешко поверовати у најједноставније две речи...(Волим те?)
 
Прво путовање без тебе негде је као путовање у непознане,
Како ме је вече отерало, враћао сам се све ређе,
Без твојих руку и твојих уста, желео сам да научим да живим,
Сада када ме питаш, нећу да кријем ништа.
 
Колико вреди без тебе, колико вреди мој свет?
И како је тешко поверовати у најједноставније две речи...(Волим те?)
 

Little War

Angels, if they exist at all,
Hide in metal bunkers.
They tear up such letters right away,
They want me today, they want to see me tomorrow.
 
A few buddies are already there.
They say that the cross burns their mouths.
They are taught not to fear,
But something doesn’t let them sleep.
 
To always move on: I have this command in my blood.
To have the little war inside of me,
To fight all of you till I’m out of breath,
 
To be able to knock you to the ground without a word.
 
My enemy: you, who twitch your mouth,
Don’t apologize, just get up.
You won’t see a mirror anymore.
 
People exist to live and dance,
People exist to be able to fight.
People exist, and they will never be better,
People are...
They are what they are.
Who has paid for your pain?
For a sip of champagne?
From now on you’ll be mine
and don’t turn away!
Look me in the eye, just look, oh!
 
People exist to live and dance,
People exist to be able to fight.
People exist, and they will never be better,
People are...
Oh!
 
People exist to live and dance,
People exist to be able to fight.
People exist, and they will never be better,
People are... They will never be better...
People are... They will never be better...
People are...
They will not, no,
They will not, no,
They will not, no, no...
 

More and more of an outsider

There are days when I say I’ve had enough,
I must be living to spite myself.
I keep playing, singing, eating and sleeping,
but in fact I’m not here.
 
I’m always an outsider,
a complete outsider here, like an enemy.
I’m always an outsider,
more and more of an outsider to you
and to myself.
 
Yesterday someone told me again:
'To feel alive you need to love something,
your need your own piece of land,
even if it’s ten hours away'.
 
I’m always an outsider...