| Da se bar mogu probuditi u svijetu ljubavi
| If only I could wake up in the world of love
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| bez starih drugova i ovih nakaza sto su me stalno pratili
| without old friends and these freaks who constantly followed me
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| da te bar mogu poljubiti bez losih sjecanja na hladna proljeca
| that at least I can kiss you without bad memories of a cold spring
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| bez slike stradanja sto se bas na nas zalijepe
| without the image of suffering that sticks to us
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| Jer moj je zivot igra bez granica
| Because my life is a game without limits
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| umorna prica, trganje stranica
| tired story, tearing pages
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| na kojim nista ne pise
| on which nothing is written
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| Jer moj je zivot vjecito padanje
| Because my life is an eternal fall
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| kad zbrojim poraze nista ne ostane
| when I add up the defeats nothing is left
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| samo jos vucem navike
| I’m just still pulling habits
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| i sve na tome ostane
| and all that remains
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| Da te bar mogu probuditi, kavu ti skuhati, u krevet donjeti
| If only I could wake you up, make you coffee, bring you to bed
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| pa te poljubiti, al' toga nema i ne postoji
| so kiss you, but it doesn't exist
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| da se bar mogu zaljubiti u malu seljanku na nekom proplanku
| if only I could fall in love with a little peasant girl in a clearing
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| gore u svemiru tako da dolje ne vidim | up in space so I can't see down |