| Slave of the day,
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| slave of my house.
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| I’m trying to leave a trace in the time
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| Skopje is the life … Skopje is gorgeous
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| (away from my pain)
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| And I feel like a bird in a spring created to be reborn,
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| and I feel like a bird in a spring where everything is colored by a new magic
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| dust,
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| spicy essence of youth
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| so I take the sea … then the earth
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| a black road, erases my past
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| the spirit that lives in the land saved my life
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| Skopje is the life … Skopje is gorgeous
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| running away from my pain
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| and I feel like a bird in a spring created to be reborn,
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| and I feel like a bird in a spring where everything is colored by a new magic
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| dust,
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| spicy essence of youth |