A keresés eredménye

Heavenly band

Bouquet of black clouds above my window,
greeted me this very morning,
The mark in our hearts inconveniently engraved,
the bitter taste, and the fear of new tomorrow.
 
For if God can take you away,
may saturnine tears fall on our laps..
 
Sleep well, mate,
our good boy,
and while candles burn,
know that we are here
faithful to the scene,
standing in a line,
we'll see you soon
in some heavenly band!
It will be a fine band...
 
Your gaze from obituaries,
the worse jest ever
that God could come up with.
The chords have ascended, sad as Macedonian*
we stand sopping in tears.
 
If He could take you away,
may saturnine tears fall on our laps.
 
Sleep well, mate,
our good boy,
and while candles burn,
know that we are here
faithful to the scene,
standing in a line,
we'll see you soon
in some heavenly band!
 

I'm not hers

[Chorus: Klinac]
She's calling me, but I'm really not hers anymore
I'm not here from now on because I've given everything to someone else
She trips that I love her and she will pass
But now I understand that everything will come to its own
 
[Verse 1: Vekac]
She fills a cigarette case, but not with cigars
Everyone in the club is shouting, flexing with new money
This vodka and Red Bull hit like a slap
Poseidon calls me, with you dry as the Sahara
Dark skinned just like Miami, the whole club is cheering for her
She turned out to be as stupid as Stanija, she says it's not easy for her
I know she's used to me, she played me
Constantly following like a dog, I thought I was dreaming
That love was not real, but Victoria is my secret
I have no old money, only new one
I'm chasing new money, I'm chasing dreams
Klinac and me have no new friends at all
I'm really not hers anymore, but she's still calling
 
[Chorus: Klinac]
She's calling me, but I'm really not hers anymore
I'm not here from now on because I've given everything to someone else
She trips that I love her and she will pass
But now I understand that everything will come to its own
 
[Verse 2: Klinac]
I call him to tell him I'm not his
He should read between the lines
Balling like heat from Miami
For me, the whole club cheers, and he acts like a maniac
I only tolerate him because I'm used to him
You revolve around the bar, and everything around me
Your mother and I make euros
New Gucci glasses, my babies
Pull up in my skrrr, pink BMW
He can only pretend he doesn't know me
Because it is known who the real ghetto princess is
 
[Chorus: Klinac]
She's calling me, but I'm really not hers anymore
I'm not here from now on because I've given everything to someone else
She trips that I love her and she will pass
But now I understand that everything will come to its own
She's calling me, but I'm really not hers anymore
I'm not here from now on because I've given everything to someone else
She trips that I love her and she will pass
But now I understand that everything will come to its own
 

The game has reached its end

Is this a game or something else? I can choose.
Closer and closer to you through time.
Don't hurt me, if I wish it to be like this!
May the road you walk on, not be too hard
Because I'm waiting for your return!
I ask you to not make it too difficult for me.
I'll never reach you if you divide my life in two.
 
Ref.:
Grant it to me, what I'm asking for!
For the long years, for all the good and bad
Grant it to me, allow it to happen like this
Because the game has reached its end for me!
 
I would be a bell that tolls for you
I could be solace, when you're saying goodbye
I would be wind, that accompanies you
Every song, that lives inside you
 

Birds

Truth comes after I close my eyes like an ugly dream,
Walking tiptoe and bathing shadows in loneliness.
I talk, I quietly bow to those shadows,
With a new set of questions.
 
Do birds sing when you need a verse?
Believe me, I would do it instead of them if I could
Do hands of the clock guard our morning silence?
No answer, I accept that with bitterness... I accept it
 
If I create her here, everything else will be easy for me
If I create her here, next to me at least for a short while
I call her, to stay in my memory... to stay here.
 
Sleep, dream
I will take guard
If tears find you - let me know
 
Do birds sing when you need a verse?
Believe me, I would do it instead of them if I could
Do hands of the clock guard our morning silence?
No answer, I accept that with bitterness... I accept it
 
If I create her here, everything else will be easy for me
If I create her here, next to me at least for a short while
I call her, to stay in my memory... to stay here.