And when I'm sad I'm happy
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Because who knows what awaits me
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I wonder if when I get old I will have wrinkles from laughter
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Who knows what awaits me
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If it goes down, let it
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Who knows what awaits me
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So I ask God to remember me sometime
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Because who knows what awaits me
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I have so many questions
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So if anyone knows I'll ask them
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How does the end of my story end?
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Is it okay or a little distorted
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I wonder if I will live with someone or alone
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Will I have a house or an apartment?
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Or I won't have anything because this country is sick
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There is no cure anywhere
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Because who knows what awaits me
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From now just seriously no kerefek
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I know I can do better
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I try but sometimes it sucks
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I think I'd better start from the beginning
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Because now I know the answer to the question about a thousand kuna
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For a thousand kuna, yes, fate is cunning
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And where is she now? |
In your hands
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And when I'm sad I'm happy
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Because who knows what awaits me
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I wonder if when I get old I will have wrinkles from laughter
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Who knows what awaits me
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If it goes down, let it
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Who knows what awaits me
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So I ask God to remember me sometime
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Because who knows what awaits me |
In some 5 or 10 years
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What faces will look at us from the newspapers
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I will either have children or act like a child
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Still fat after 101 diets
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In Europe, the world has become closer
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Whether or not society will be in crisis
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It comes to my mind and I wonder sometimes
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Who knows what awaits me
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Then I remember the break and those days of laughter
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And how he would return everything to the beginning
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It bothers me that sometimes life is cheap
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There, everyone wants to fuck but turns out to be innocent
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Losiji il gori, left, center, right
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I don't mention names, but everyone is in the song
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I hope that now there will be time to finish the painting
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I know that somewhere there is a profit waiting for me.
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And when I'm sad I'm happy
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Because who knows what awaits me
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I wonder if when I get old I will have wrinkles from laughter
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Who knows what awaits me
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If it goes down, let it
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Who knows what awaits me
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So I ask God to remember me sometime
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Because who knows what awaits me
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I hope that life could be at least a little better
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So I'm pulling my head out of this shit
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What is waiting for me, tell me who to ask, better not to know
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I'm not interested in that, but the whole thing bothers me |
As if fighting for tomorrow might cost me a lot
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But I love those mornings when the dew bathes me I know
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To be able to have a little more
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To make this air lighter as I breathe it
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I move on and absorb some things like a sponge
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I stick to what life gives me
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And I don't care if dreams fly next to me
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I will be as happy as a child...
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And when I'm sad I'm happy
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Because who knows what awaits me
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I wonder if when I get old I will have wrinkles from laughter
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Who knows what awaits me
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If it goes down, let it
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Who knows what awaits me
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So I ask God to remember me sometime
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Because who knows what awaits me |